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Then the Bassline Pulsates

The Song I Can't Sing

By Paul StewartPublished 3 months ago 2 min read
The Kiss (1907 - 1908) By Gustav Klimt - Google Art Project, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=38827275

If I were a musician or a DJ

I imagine the beat four four

Hihat to follow lightning crash

Then the bassline pulsates

-

Your taste

Your touch

Never ever

Too much

Or a waste

-

Your taste

Sweet and fresh

Your touch

Fresh and clean

Never ever

Never ever

Too much '

-

Then the bassline pulsates

-

Your taste

Heady and warm

Your touch

Soft with steam

Never ever

Never ever

Too much

-

Then the bassline pulsates

-

Locked in an embrace, chase away my blues,

-

Your taste

I need

Sweet and fresh

Your touch

Fresh and clean

I want

Never ever

Never ever

Too much

-

Then the bassline pulsates

-

Your taste

I need

Heady and warm

Your touch

Soft with steam

I want

Never ever

Never ever

Too much

-

Then the bassline pulsates

-

Locked in an embrace, chase away my blues, lose myself in your eyes, thighs, lines and heartbeat

-

Your taste

I need

Sweet and fresh

Your touch

Fresh and clean

I want

Never ever

Never ever

Too much

-

Then the bassline

-

It's not just your scent,

or how you look,

or taste,

or feel—

it's everything.

-

Your taste

I need

Heady and warm

Your touch

Soft with steam

I want

Never ever

Never ever

Too much

-

Then the bassline pulsates

-

Locked in an embrace, chase away my blues, lose myself in your eyes, thighs, lines and heartbeat

-

Heat rises higher,

fire burns brighter,

lighter I feel

-

You are everything

-

Your taste

I need

Sweet and fresh

Your touch

Fresh and clean

I want

Never ever

Will I meet anyone quite like you

Never ever

Will I need another quite like you

Too much

-

Then the bassline

-

It's not just your scent

or how you look

or taste

or feel—it's who you are.

-

Your taste

I need

Heady and warm

Your touch

Soft with steam

I want

Never ever

Will I meet anyone quite like you

Never ever

Will I need another quite like you

Too much

-

Locked in an embrace, chase away my blues, lose myself in your eyes, thighs, lines and heartbeat

-

Heat rises higher,

fire burns brighter,

lighter I feel

-

You are everything

*

Thanks for reading!

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Paul Stewart

Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

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