Sex n' Roll

The pounding rock music is in my ears,
As I kiss your beautiful white neck.
Drumming beats drive the passion.
Though you are in my bed I can
Still taste and smell the
Crowd on you.
The music has also left its
Residue on your back,
Your arms,
Your lips.

You are a feast of the evening.
I consume you with vigor
And delight.
Each flick of my tongue brings
Back more from the night.
The hair on your chest
Traps the scent of
The singers
Sweat and tears.
Your cock makes me think
Of the screaming fans.
Our rubbing bodies recreate
The performers fire on stage.