Steamy Melodies

Like vinyl, the grooves in your skin are played by my hands

The frictional vibrations induce music from your mouth

I tease until I reach the middle.

You sing the bridge.

Leeegaaatooo...

Bel Canto…

S-t-a-c-c-a-t-o…

crescendo,

Falsetto!

You cry out your highest note.

The outro commences.

You utter faint riffs and adlibs

as my fingers gently graze your inner edges

until they’ve reached the final rotation.