The sound of his drumming echoed in her ears. She loves to hear him play. The loud, fast beat seems to calm her. She still gets a thrill just watching him. Nervous little butterflies fight each other in her stomach. She falls in love again each time. That's my man!
The look of passive concentration on his face when he is in what she calls the zone. The bounce that starts in his feet and writhes it's way throughout his whole body. The pleasure he gets from playing shows and something about that passion really turns her on. The beat draws her in. The beat commands her to listen. The beat owns her.
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A blog for me to write poems and prose. By myself, in relay with my friends. Whatever it takes my fancy to write.
