Higher And Higher

For…

playing records…

Slow toned lights…

Cold chilly music…

Like snow cones…

Arctic arch…

The vibrations…

On every touch…

Hands on cheeks…

Contact…

Just feel the music…

Blood drums beating….

Press throats for…

Pulsating…

Rhythmic slurs…

You must have rhythm…

Like a pendulum…

Swinging…

Shaping hips…

Own reflection…

Of the silhouette…

Blind folded…

So that…

Your shadow can clap…

A arousal of a applause…

Face still sapphire…

Yet…

A ruby in disguise…

Grind those thighs of yours…

Up on this phantom…

Melting linen…

Sheets into silver…

Tears and woes unbleached…

Cleansed in pure honesty…

Calmly…..