Headphones

Listening to music
she rolls over
and slips off her bra
and takes the headphones
and places them
around her breasts
so that she appears
to be cupping
her nipples
with a sound spectrum
of sticky, raw traffic.

"Listen to this,"
she says to me,
and I put my ear
close to her heart
and then faintly notice
the pulsating rhythm
of  her femininity rising up
like a fist
through my brain.

"Do you hear that?"
she asks.  
I'm not sure
what I am hearing
but it has this
steady hard beat
that is encased
in a round
vacuumed chamber
all mellow
and sonic
like rush hour
on Benzedrine.

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