Bass guitar pounds against blue atmosphere
Spun by glass oil lamps, shimmering candles
Dancing to each surging note as I move
Muscles to place my body in clear view
The guitarist teases each bite of silk
From his fingers while I reach down to feel
Strength building to conquest.
The door opens,
The blood surges.
I grow hard in deep breaths.
Eyes drawn to eyes averted, drawn to breasts
In profile, thighs effortlessly moving
To music within, music surrounding.
Muscles move to meet, always in rhythm,
With cold intent.
One will melt.
One will rise.
Two will ignite in the fire of music.