Steal the mic

Although
its a quarter past two
something has gotten into you

actions of anxiousness
reaching for my mic
in the vamp of night

blowing whirls of anticipation
you have a song that you want to sing
the words
dont come to you at first

nervous
gulp
taking a deep breath

the audience is dead still
until you..
forget about the big stage
your eyes closed
focused on only the mic

your hands wrapped tight around..
lips pressed to the speaker
your emotions spill out softly

singing the sweetest song
to me
with words which turn me on
like ambulance lights in harlem

Nouns
verbs
adjectives

your song sensual
long lasting
passionate notes of love
free versing in tongues of cursive

dragging your fingertips..  
pressing your lips to the elements
amongst the tip
to sing this song
that hasnt been sung before
tugging at my cord
you move
in the steps of
joy

all over the mic
teary eyed
your song played to the very end
and the crowd appreciates
your natural talent

round of applause