Headphones Vixen _

Music thumps and echoes in her head
she recognizes the rhythmic style, the harmony, the lyrics echoed
 upon her walls,
writing over the countless already written there.
she traces the notes on her thigh, counting the beats, and pausing
at the rest,
her tounge fingers the ring on her bottom lip, and her hand
strokes over her stomach,
her prized musician rests between her thighs at her womanhood.
she takes the cord within her mouth, the music causes,
--divine below into my naked folds--
she strokes bare flesh, to seduce the seemingly invisible lover upon her bed,
--touch and play my wanton violin--
erotica swing of hips causes her breast to bounce free of its restraints,
--louder and louder the music loves me--
she lets her fair and dangerous lover take her hands away and put his own instead
--beating and pulling, my sex thumbs--
his tounge teased her experienced flesh,
--im a whore for letting all these lyrics seduce me--
as his hands began a dance,
--Headphones Vixen, addicted to many lives; my many lovers,
strokes my notes, and taste my melodies--
he began to descend her restrained flesh, feel the erotic sways and
skilled fingers,
--throbbing, climax, the final notes mark against my thigh again,
another lover leaves its mark on my body--

                _Monroe_