It's the fourteen-minute, fifty-two-second
Electric Ladyland ultra-slow cut
Of Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Chile,
And with each hot, languid, aching riff,
My lips
Press and Praise,
Taste and Tease,
Catch and Release,
Wildly and methodically
Covering every square inch
Of your jawline,
earlobe,
collarbone,
and down.
The mesmerizing jangle
of electric rock *****
Chains us,
Entrances us,
Drugs us,
Leads us,
And there is nothing in this world
But your scent,
my lips,
your shiver,
my breath,
and our hands.
I swear, the moon turns a fire red,
And we're a pitched electric flame.
Play that song and tell me
That you can't imagine the same.