[101/Poetry] The old building

Strings of an instrument
Rhymthic fingers caressing
Shades of a stage
The sickly spotlight shines

He sleeps
She lies awake
Possesive, his hand around her
Comforted, she smiles

Soft, soft moans
A lady bent over
Cramps in her stomach
She walks in

Quiet, quiet
The building sleeps
Not a sound
Not a soul
Comes to stir

The club sings
The humans dream
Within the walls the music
Harmony ascendant

Sultry, silky, smooth,
Teasing, provocative, deliberate
He lures her in
Till applause breaks the spell

Off the stage he goes
Behind the wall she beckons
All in the silence
Of tonight…