Beat of My Drum

Just rock to the beat of my drum.
No need to sing, no need to hum.
Our music won't be made my sounds
But by the frequencies of how my drum resounds.
There are no Hi hats and no stands.
No drumsticks; just your hands.
No cymbals. No pedal.
You be the bass, I'll be the treble.
This is music theory revised.
Now read the music in my eyes.
Every sigh is a new measure.
Get lost in the pleasure.
Slide your hands around my waist.
With each stroke, you set the pace.
I know you like it by your moan.
We both adults; so called grown.
You raise your hand in the air
And you smack my derriere.
You found your drum for you to play
With your hands. Just have your way.
Beat it hard or beat it gentle.
Just make music. See, It's very simple.
Only one station. No need to shuffle.
Take your hand and grip the muscle.
See it jiggle and watch it flex.
It's a symphony made be sex.
I flex the left cheek. I flex the right.
You just can't take it. Your bottom lip you bite.
Pull my hair; I arch my back.
Beat your drum, give it a smack.
I like the way you beat my drum.
Just beat it up, til you cum.