Tall and curvaceous and euphonious is your love
And she is your life.
I love to watch you together,
See you stroke her neck, carress her or flick her and make her sing.
You make love to her the way I wish you'd make love to me:
Slowly, sensuously, growing in intensity, and when together you climax,
It's worthy of a round of applause.
I watch you giving yourself to her for these people to view
And I remember how you took me
It was different, surely, but the similarities were there:
Your hands over my curves, our bodies sweaty and pressed together,
Your head next to mine, your fingers pulling and plucking and
Prying out the song hidden deep inside me.
But with her, it's more.
With her, it's love.
With her, it's life.
The waitress asks if she can refresh my drink.
I decline as I watch the glass slide sweaty droplets onto the table,
And lift my eyes again to the stage
Remembering times past,
Envying that stringed wooden instrument in your arms.
You glance at me from your place in the spotlight,
Smile (friendly only),
And do your solo.