I inhale deeply and am transported back in time, to that
moment when you held me in your arms as we danced. We danced
as our bodies grinding against each other in the rhythm
of sex, which vibrated through the sway of the saxophone!
I imagined that I was the piano, and that you were the greatest
musician expertly fingering my keys to bring out a song
for the masses to hear, and fall in love! Fall in love with
the melodic beat that echoes across the oceans, as that
sexy sax climaxed as I gazed into your eyes. I knew that I
was home. Your fingers laced between mine as you squeeze
my body closer to yours, my hips swaying, my pelvis thrusted
against your heated manhood! My God, do I love you. I savor
each whisper we exchange as they are the tiny pulse of the
cymbals accompanying the drums!! Oooooooh what a song
this is! What a melody that no words, none of comprehension,
could fully explain, what your body is doing to mine!
I nuzzle into your neck, inhaling again, the smell of sex
has overtaken this dank club, and all eyes are on me! Why
are they staring? Because of the spotlight that shines
from my smile as the music continues to play, pleasing,
teasing, uplifting, gifting this amazed, stargazed,
crowd! They hear my body humming to this passionate tune
that the band is playing, that we are playing, and our bodies
are shifting to. I see a woman in the crowd lick her lips,
knowing that she would love to taste this hot rhythmic nectar
streaming, steaming in between my hips. I see her gaze as
I circle my hips only to stop when I hear a rim shot.......from
the drum. I lie my head upon your chest, my hands exploring,
my heart pacing, my mind soaring, my feet pacing, your fingers
tracing down my back, and damn does this shit feel good.
Could that star crossed woman, want this beautiful musician,
who has chained my soul with this melody, creating in me
a prisoner. I am a prisoner, a willing one, I confess, for
this body wants to hear, taste, smell, and feel this song
for all of eternity. I am possessed by the music, by your
music, by those expert hands, that cause my body to convulse
as the song plays on, and on, and I am in love with that band,
those hands, that man!
Oooh, dont let this song end, unless, it will again, begin,
or must I.......beg for you to lift these legs high upon
those clouds and let me fly. I hear a voice, can it be my own,
but those words are so unknown, so passionate, so beautiful,
and your smile, gives me the right to sing on. My bandleader
is commanding, demanding, my lungs expanding, dear Lord
dont let me faint. I have lost my breath, I have lost my heart,
I have bared my soul into this song! Forgive me God, but it
feels so good this cant be wrong!! The sway of the sax, the
smell of sex, that sex starved female licking her lips,
craving to open these hips, begin to blur, I collapse in
a fog, wet with mischief, and bare desire, I cry out as the
song ends, and my knees begin to bend, your body sends...........me
into flames, I call your name, and you smile, a devilish,
grin for you know that shit was so damn good, You hold me close
as I whisper as the cymbals play, and my finger traces your
chin, my hand glides, heavy breathing subsides, Damn do
I love how music makes me feel, I am alive, my body thrives,
and it is all because of those hands, that music, that sexy
Piano Man!
Lady2005
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