A Sultry Interlude-

A sultry walk through the dance floor, to the corner where the door reads “Damen”.

A quick smile to the lads waiting — a smooth sway as you slip past.

At last — the door ajar. The throne, empty.

You take your place; click.

Fabric yields, strings loosen. And then, a private symphony begins; a soft, euphoric release that hums through bone and breath.

— tum — the last drop takes its bow.

Then comes silence; You are whole again.

Off the throne, out the door — and back, another sultry walk towards the music person.

-Alexandria O