The Spanish guitar calls to me like a sirens song.
It beckons, each note, tiny fingers caressing my flesh.
I quiver to the touch.
The soft passionate chords whisper in my ear.
The flame does not refuse to dance when the wind begins to fan it,
Filling it with passion red and boisterous.
It twists and swirls in ecstasy.
Captured in its intoxicating, mesmerizing sound
My body sways.0
Instinctually I know the steps.
When the song itself bends you to its will, there are no mistakes.
Just passion. Just Fire.
I will make the world burn.
Ignite its soft tinder with the spark of my soul,
The smoldering of my eyes,
The confidence of my step,
The sizzling of my thighs.
My heart echoes the tempo,
My breath comes in gasps.
It is close to climax.
I can feel it in every tightened muscle in my body.
They hum with anticipation.
I keep moving, never missing a beat.
With great satisfaction the climax of the score reveals itself, slowly tapering off.
The music lingers just long enough for a lovers kiss goodnight.
I collapse, glistening softly.
Smiling happily I know that it was my heartstrings that were truly strummed tonight.
Play me again sweet musician.
By: Foxy Wife 8/9/09