Friday, July 9, 2010

The Band

By Howard "Sergio" Tucker





Waiting for the band to play wondering if I will hear from her

Imagining her soft lips hot against my neck

Biting and nipping at my consciousness

Sub consciously whispering such deviously, sweet, tender and wet things

Next to me yet distant at the same time


The band warms up…playing their thunderous rhythms congas and drums to stimulate our primal selves…

Young things with little between…swaying with a hint perfume and seduction just within reach

Hair pulled back sweating so slightly from the 90 degree night

Can't help seeing you in my mind…a sexy smile, brown hair silky & brushed to the side


Band is up tempo and rocking now…making the women jump and holler…men pump fists into the air

Remembering your thighs wrap around my waist…pulling and tugging at lost insecurities

Squeezing and undulating to our private sounds…as the band's music continues to cascade across the crowd

Our music of passion…our sweat mingled in the heat of the night

Covered with love in the mist…swearing with eyes closed…hearing the crescendo… like the top of rollercoaster seeing the distance to fall, sensing the weightlessness with fear and electrifying excitement!

Reckless love calling as the band is in full throttle pulsing…while guiding your hips into mine

Making me powerful, dependant, alive … never to end…never to yield…or apologize for making our music…understanding the underlying currents seeking the taste…the touch

To give it all away for you…to go silent

'Cause you understand my notes and my rhythms even before I even say,

Yes…

© 7/7/2010

2 comments:

  1. Yes! Oh yes! God...oh god oh god oh go ohgodohgodohgodohgod.....

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  2. this is a goodie ... damn it's hot outside

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