DUET

[Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn]

DUET
She is next to me, vocalizing
Me I’m stroking my bass
Her body, and my bass, fight for who has the sweetest curves
Both have phat` bottoms
Hers is soft and warm
I won’t kiss my bass
But I will kiss her ass
She moves unlike the hard wood in my hands
I caress the wood, it groans
She caress me with her tone
Her lips move, and bring forth an erotic chorus that leaves me twisting
I slide my hands down the g-string
A bead of sweat rolls down my back, and past my waistband
Her tongue makes love to each word before they leave her lips
It seems each word had an orgasm as they slid into my ears
I’m in harmony with her euphoric screams
I play harder, I play faster, I play notes longer
As I pluck and pull from her verbal flow, it gives us the drive to keep the groove alive
Every notes is full of funk
I slapped the bottom of my bass as I hear her take her verbal lust to another level
She says “Baby, play with me, play me, Play for me
You are my peace, my passion”

cr@2008 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn, photo art are by M. Franklin, cr@ 2007