Hey - Joe
By Silver Spun Sand
- 1500 reads
Say...man!
I’m over here –
propped up
against this wall.
Don’t give me
no evil eye. Ain’t
no catch – I swear.
Easy...me; just like
the steamy, slow jazz
of an August evening.
Lay me down against
your chest; stroke
my belly – run
your fingers
down my neck.
Tease murmurings
from way deep inside;
timbre, timing, tone...
notes, even I
didn’t know I had.
Squeeze me long,
squeeze me hard.
I won’t break – well,
not this way.
You got me purring,
now, Joe. Vibrato
always gets me going,
and you’re crowing
like a hound-dog,
and I, sure as hell,
ain’t stopping
till you pick up
all them coins
then stash me away.
Let me down, Joe,
but gently, then roll
those ‘post-gig’ joints,
while I pretty up
these broken strings –
who needs them, anyway...
and powder my nose.
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Great Tina- a real rock
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This is a treat Tina - very
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Hi Tina, I have to admit,
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I know Jimi Hendrix' song
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Oh I see- I was just about
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