Musician's Move!

I can't stop
thinking
about what it would be like
to run my fingers
across your…
Guitar.

To touch
smooth curve
of wood
and know
power within.

I'd like to stand,
in front of your
Mic.....
place lips real close
and whisper:
how happy it is to be here
tonight.

With body, before me,
I can fill the MET;
So I'll step off,
into your arms.

Soft
languid kisses,
on plump
round breasts.
Hands removing jacket
Brushing cock
against
soft slip of being.
Tease and tantalize,
neurons firing,
clit throbbing,
warm up the crowd.

Movement after movement
crescendo builds,
lips seek neck, mouth,
Cheek bones taut
from holding breath.

Slipping fingers down
clavicle to elbow,
mouth placed on inner bend.
One hand bracing
arc of back,
another swiftly moving
pulling bottom near.

Buttons pop,
zippers unzip,
the real show begins.

With one thrust,
a throbbing moment
of cumulative satisfaction,
the show ends and
cries for an encore
begin.