I would love to place my lips
Upon the neck of a bass-
Ist,
For they are always the most
delicately crafted,
heavenly bodied,
members of their collective.
oh what do I owe to the bass.
it has transformed many;
an average person
to a sex god,
with fingers that glide
over strings.
guitars, drums, vocals, keys;
admirable and beautiful in essence
yet, none hold a flame to
the bass(ist).
I hope and pray that
someday
their hands can hold my heart
As sexily as they
cradle their instrument.