The Clarinet

 

By Prerafaelite © copyright august 2001. All rights reserved

 

Isabelle kissed the tip of her clarinet, gently wrapped her lips around the mouthpiece and squeezed firmly. Her tongue wet the bamboo reed and she began to play Mozart’s clarinet concerto adagio. Her fingers caressed the instrument as they floated over the ebony wood and silver keys. Such a beautiful sculpture in itself. Smooth and rich sounding, it welcomed her touch like a lover. She breathed across the reed and the instrument sang. She made love to it with her mouth and hands. Jonathan watched with rapt fascination, smiled wryly and wished that he had been made by Buffet.

 

 

 

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