Sexy Erotic Poetry
"The Drummer" by I.G. Frederick
Music pulses through the speakers,
fills the room with a techno beat.
Sticks, wooden spoons, pieces of pipe
beat out a staccato that will
leave bruises tomorrow morning.
The drummer dances to music
while she moves from ass to calves, from
feet to shoulders, from biceps to
thighs. The slap of wood and plastic
on skin keeps time with the primal
rhythm. The drum smiles serenely
processing the pain, feeling the
beat, sometimes tapping a toe or
fidgeting a finger. Mostly,
he floats on an endorphin high.
The Hand and Leg, by Kathy Slamen
Originally published May 2010