Play Her

In the music-room with the lights turned low
You sink into an armchair
Leather caress like skin on skin
Embers dance in the dying fire.
The needle traces a delicate sphere
Long, mellow notes fill heavy silence.

Fall onto the rug. You touch her
Watch her shining in the dimness
Want to fill her, make her sing out
'Til the small space is full of your own tune.

Calloused fingers caressing each perfect curve
Sliding up her smooth neck
Sitting up a little straighter
Pull her in, between your thighs.

With every stroke of passion
She cries out, trembles in you
Her hourglass shape cast on the rug
Grip her tighter, catch your breath.

She's vibrating in your arms
As you inhale her musky scent.
The two of you are acrobats, poised
Between acutest pleasure and pain.

Notes like wails pour
From the chamber that is her
Soundtrack to lust, desire
In a flick of the wrist...

You are the cellist,
Only you can make her sing,
Set your emotion ringing wild in her
Control her, break her, love her-
Anything.