My Personal Musician

All mine...She's all mine....thats what im thinking as Im sitting in this jazz spot in Georgia, sipping on my hot chocolate. This beautiful caramel complected stud with locs the color of honey is onstage performing one of her many songs. She's so talented and she's all mine. My Personal Musician. The crowd loves her...to them she is "the heart & soul of Decatur" but to me she's so much more. Her whole aura is like a catchy tune i can't get out of my head. But back to me watching her perform...She captivates her audience with her smooth voice and her excellent guitar playing skills. They can have her now because when she gets home, she is all mine.

Im transfixed on her, everyone else in the room is oblivious to me. She looks my way and licks her lips, gives me this look that takes my breath away. Im seductively sipping on my chocolate as i make love to her with my eyes. Yess! i whisper because i know this is her last song and i cant wait to get her home..

She felt my eyes on her at the show so there are no words as we enter our bedroom. She kisses me deep as i free her honey dipped locs and run my fingers through them. Her body feels so good against mine. I pull her closer to me, i can hear her heartbeat, its the soundtrack to my life."Play for me" i whisper between kisses. She sits in the chair playing the sweetest harmony on her guitar. Its my show now...i strip for her, revealing my curves she loves so much. She stares intently while strumming her instrument. Her eyes say it all...she wants me bad. Just as I want her. Down to my heels now, i touch myself to her song, teasing her...enticing her. Without warning she puts down her guitar, walks to the bed and gets on top of me.

Sweet kisses to my lips and neck. Her essence is intoxicating to me, i pull off her shirt and proceed to kiss her beautiful breasts. She returns the favor, slowly kissing down my body as i remove the rest of her clothes. My pulse quickens as she gets closer and closer to my sex. I moan softly as her tongue plays in my sex...my body is shaking uncontrollably. she's touching me here and licking me there. She's the composer and right now my body is her symphony. My personal musician. Her tongue is deep inside me... slightly humming a tune on my sex. My hand is on her head, playing with her locs, she's grippin my thighs as if her life depended on it. She moves her hand to my face and i suck her fingers. She comes up and kisses me as she slides her wet fingers inside me. Im Running my nails down her back, scratch marks emblazoned across her lion tattoo...my moans have reached falsetto, which mixed in with her soprano pitch makes beautiful melodies in our bedroom as we reach our peaks. Me and my personal musician collapse in each others arms. Our bedroom ballad is over.

-inspired by a dear friend of mine.