I Love a Bass Guitar

Truly.

There’s something about the low, sneaky build of a bass riff that gets my juices flowing.

THOSE.
Juices.

It’s like a lover waking you with gentle kisses on your back.
Hands finding the curve of your hips
The curve of your belly
The curve of your breasts
down to thighs
fingers exploring moist lips
the air fills with exhales
the wind rushes through your spine
And stop
And start
And please
Do
That
Again
a-gain
Ah-again
Strings in limbs vibrate
Hard
Steady
Skin is electrified
Waves in the distance whooshcrashspread
Waves pulses strumming
Constant
Beating
Down
Yes
There
Yes
In
Yes
Hold
Yes
Sustain

The last note hangs
above backs
above humid air
above the last
motion
still drifting
back and up over
thighs
breasts
belly
hips
into fingers
into a quiet
where the note
can
still
be
heard