I wish I could lend my soul the way you lend yours,

To the lips of a girl when she plays your chords.

Strumming with innate sense of sympathy,

Creating worlds that were simply meant to be.

Effortless beauty, a change in time,

Helpless fantasy, the hope in mine.

• • • Roll her between my fingers
      Bite her between my teeth
      Draw her into my wanting mouth.
      Curls inside my aching chest

      And I beg for sweet release

• Her hot elusive fingers

  Slide back up my throat

  She blows gently against my lips

  And draw again

  Praying this time,

  I wont choke.