Soul Food

Her mouth moved over and around it like the gods created it solely for her….
This was the ingrained thought each night he watched her on stage.

She sang only to him, as far as he was concerned, he needed it to live.

The way she held the mic stand … pushing and pulling, directing it … like the tango
Leaning it over til it almost touched the floor, he imagined her dangling him over a cliff,
Almost horizontal, face down to the ocean.
If she let go, he would not scream
Only praise her name.

She always yanked the stand back to her… close…. Cradling with a leg up like he had envisioned on his hip…
He knew she would never release him… he feared nothing..

Wishing he could feel the breath from her with each syllable …
Being baptized by her soul, never wanting the song to end.

If he thought she caught his stare, he pictured her reading him like sheet music floating above the crowd…

Riding the notes with each stanza, building the climax with each chorus,

That last note … flowing thru many octaves … lingering on

Her orgasm … his eargasm … his soul food

Soul Food

ODM73

Joined November 2010

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