your hands move on the instrument
and I lean forward
unable to look away
or relax with the others.

my hand moves to my lower lips
and I gather the drops there
unable to stop myself
or maintain my composure.

your mouth applies pressure to the reed
and I watch every subtle nuance
unable to divert my thoughts
from your tongue caressing.

my mouth sheaths my fingertips
and I want your heart to taste me
unable to resist my dangerous lure
or remain indifferent.