It was a pleasant surprise when I looked in his eyes; unplanned and unexpected,
As if during his stare and clasp of the strings; we made love; ears unprotected.
Bass; the rhythm you feel deep in your core, falling in sync with your heart and altering its beat,
With my ears I saw him, with my eyes I decided to speak.
Me lost in the crowd yet seeing only TWO instruments on stage;
The one in his grasp and the one I’m sure slayed…
During persuasion by music, finesse, and effortless skill,
I found my motives being shifted without my free will.
As if during his stare and clasp of his strings;
The phallic symbol foreshadowed my moans and my screams.
I long for the beat; my sustenance and my addiction,
The BASS wanted to move me so I give it permission.