A low rumbling bass drone ponders her deep-set desire for a primal bond.
808 beats teem with the tempo in her bosom.
A chorus of strings screams out her lust.
Brass bleats proclaim her passionate proclivities.
A tinny triangle intones intense intimate entanglement.
The splash of a cymbal explodes, echoing aural orgasms,
Rolling with repeated curtains of cascading crashes;
A crescendo of pulsating pleasure, peaking with release.
Author’s Note: The second poem I wrote for my friend Ever_Longing.