Rockstar's Lady

I felt disturbed,     when you stared at my body     while I was undressing     and I asked you,     “What is it that you’re looking at my rockstar?”     you came to me from behind     sliding your arms around my waist     you kissed my neck and gave me shivers     and said, “Be the guitar to this rockstar baby, and let me strum it.”     Feeling mischievous, I broke away from you     and stood in front of a mirror,     I admired and took pride     on the beauty that I saw, reflecting in there,     “I will bring you down on your knees,     will make you beg and steal,     If you want a piece of me     you’ve got to win me.”     You gave me an indifferent smirk,     you grabbed your guitar and took off your shirt,     then you played on those strings     and when you fingered its chords,     I felt like a wanton serpent     enchanted by the snake charmer’s melody,     the sound of that electric instrument     went deep inside and moved me,     envious of ‘that’, which you had in your hands,     then, I wished to be tickled likewise     by your beautifully perfect fingers.           I saw you hot and raw     still staring at me, like before,     but this time, with some queer triumph in your eyes     as you knew, that I was to surrender soon,     I crawled my way to you,     Yes, I was down on my knees,     I sat behind you, beholding your shoulders     huge packs of strength, strong as boulders,     but you didn’t give a damn,     You kept on making love to your guitar,     that left me astonished, it was so bizarre     the electric tune was maddening,     I wanted you, on me, with me, within me     so I flipped back my hair     that hurled and danced in the air     my bare bosom against your brawny back     it was cool and dormant     against the hot sweat that your body erupted     and there were steamy vapors all around   of heat and sweat and cigarettes that could be found,     I kissed and licked and smiled and grinned,     I held and hugged with passion fully brimmed,     it was then, when finally     you threw away your passive, electric lady     'twas flesh that had won already,     My rockstar, finally you did turn to me,     You pulled me from behind     and like a speeding airplane     I boisterously crashed into your arms,     your eyes shone bright and you held me tight     you pressed and sucked, you kissed and crushed.           The tinkling of my anklet against your feet,     the whispering of wind outside in the street,     the soft sound that I made in your ears     and the moans and groans, when it was out of our bear,     All night long we loved and there was a symphony     that stood out amidst the silent cacophony     of loneliness and darkness,     of ugliness and madness,     there was I, in my rockstar’s arms     feeling ecstatic then, that I must     and there lay that electric lady       cold and ignored, all alone on dust.