Make Love to the Mike

 

 

What it’s all about….on opening night

Yes, the secret’s out…it feels so right!

The crowd will hush and quiet down….

I see her blush and wear a frown.

 

I nod my head and gesture “OK”

the music’s led and taken away

she steps to her mark, with her anguish she hides

I’ll never forget what she decides…..

 

She raises her eyes and opens her mouth

and draws in a breath ……

 

and she pours out her heart, at first tearlessly

she knows from the start she’ll sing fearlessly

for the song is so sad, and as much as she’ll like

she will cry, and make love to the mike…

 

She holds it so tenderly, and sings it her woes,

she throatily moans, and the volume grows

as the glasses rattle on the barroom’s shelf

she tries to stop, and collects herself---

 

She groans and twists, a pose she does strike

with sass and abandon her skirt she does hike

She shamelessly sighs, and does as she’ll like

She is so sexy, making love to that mike.

 

 

 

 

Copyrighted  © 12-1-02 Amy L. Allison

 

 

                 

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