she...on a Sunday

She wants you to know that music is the end all be all.
Today, at any rate.

She listens to the words
written by others.
Words put to
music.

She listens to this
prose
(of sorts)-
and sometimes
identifies.

And sometimes she
laughs
because
she identifies.

She heard a song earlier today.

The lyrics;
their meaning;
is far from
obscure.

They are
"in your face" and
obvious and
almost comical and yet,
so incredibly blatantly
s e x u a l
!

Do you know what she did?
She listened to the song
twice.
All the way through.

The overtly erotic nature of the song...

Smiling.
Almost laughing.
And wanting to share the song...
with
(him).

5 comments:

George said...

Did she fantasize?
Did she dream?

The song, the lyrics
touched her sexual brain
Sent hard electrical
impulses to her sex

She felt the tingle
felt the arousal
The moistness start to envelop
(her)

xox

josh williams said...

There is no shame in guilty pleasures, so enjoy.

raindog said...

love that you're writing again! or at least sharing it since you probably didn't stop.

Hal said...

Nice work, ~d.

Keep it up. I know I will! :)

Mongrel Porksword said...

I'm always up.