Instrumental Love

Spooning bodies measure time
in swing tunes of long ago.
My hips stroke rhythms
upon your tympanic belly
as you respond.
I feel your heart beat,
beat against my back
as you caress my breasts.
Let me pluck your thigh
like an upright bass,
chord your ivory ribs.
Your tongue plays soft sax
melodies on my neck.
I slide upon your form,
a trombone teasing out notes.
My voice hits notes of ecstasy
against your trumpet moans,
the slow bump and grind
of hips moving to jazz phrasing.

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