The
Bass Player
I
met him in Texas
He
defines
Sexy
Hard
muscles grace his tall, slim frame
He’s
lean
No fat
No fillers
This bass player has nothing
but the good stuff.
He
wears confidence like cologne
Intrigue rises from his skin
His dark eyes tell stories
of the lips he has tasted
of the women he left
Yearning
For more
I
am
Enchanted.
He
strokes the bass strings
Stirs mellow notes
that drip
into the air
Caress my neck
Slide down my back
and dance
All over my hips
With
each stroke of the strings
He strokes me
And plays me
Like he plays that bass
Hard
Smooth
and Well
We
do a dance of intention
I go to him
to feel
his touch
to know
his mystery
To be the woman in an affair yet to unfold
He touches my hand
His eyes never lose my gaze
and then
He backs away
He
returns to the stage
where he holds me
in
perpetual
Desire
I’ve
heard everything is big
in Texas
This
bass player put the biggest
Love Jones
on me.
Konyka Dunson
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