Her voice nibbles on my ear
like a woodwind instrument
in a register she didn’t know
existed. I find myself whistling
that tune & thinking
of sour candy, the sweet face
she interrupts with her tongue
so I laugh in the same hushed key.
© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott
For dVerse Quadrille # 145 where we take a nibble out of …. something.
Often Mumbled Musings 
Nice, sexy verse to the prompt. I liked it.
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Discreetly very sensual until the last letter — really nicely done…
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Whimsical and playful….like music and love can be.
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“the sweet face
she interrupts with her tongue
so I laugh in the same hushed key”
Oh my gosh. That is so awesome.
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Nice poem. I really like the flow in this piece.
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Love the “hushed key” of the final line and the interwoven woodwind imagery. I can hear the melody as I read it.
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This is really intriguing! Great write
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A musical poem,I loved it! 🙂
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Amazing we both had woodwind in our poems… love it.
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