My violin

Your back to my chest
Warm muscle
To silky flesh

My arm slung over you
Hard bicep
To soft bosom

Your taut stomach a path
Strong fingers
Sliding ever down

My hand grasping you
Firm palm
To swollen bud

Your purr, my groan
Fingers slide
Down either side

My tips slipping in
Wet sensation
Plunging into you

Head thrown backwards
My lips
Smothering yours

Earnest, hungry kisses
As I play you
My violin.