[Metadata] Persona: Dripping Sax Title: Sax in the Alley Tempo: Moderate-Slow *(Saxophone wet and moaning)* *(hard sax and guitar riff between each stanza)* [Intro: lengthy instrumental buildup] [Verse] Coercion in my eyes, permission in her sighs, Kisses down her neck, hands between her thighs, She's pressed, against the wall, Stiffened staff, it's held in thrall, [Verse] It's far too public, I almost don't care, I suggest the alley, she takes up my dare, We peel off clothes, skin meets the air, [Octave drop] All I can feel, I must be in there, [Verse] She shakes her head, shoves me to my knees, I'm all worked up, so eager to please, Her moans light my way, Grabs my head, I don't pull away. [Verse] She pulls me up, as she drops down south, "Be rough," she says, engaging her mouth, My hand protects her head, from the wall, I plunge fast and deep, giving my all. [Verse] “This is my spot. Mind if I stay?” Says the waitress, smokin’ her break away. The girl? Just a shrug, I stop anyway, She grins, “If you can perform… it's okay.” [Verse] Those added eyes, I’m far too close to exploding, And this was not, the plan for unloading, Pulled her up, spun her round, lifted her skirt, I sank deep, and she moaned — sure didn’t hurt. [Verse] The red light flashes, above the door, And I'm expected, on the stage, once more, A dozen thrusts, and a grope, for good luck, and now I release, a mighty fine fuck. [Bridge] I turn and go, Back to the show, Did she get the glow? I don't know. [Verse] Utterly drained, I reclaim the stage Praying for a second wind, or rage. I scan the crowd, for her face But they blend, place to place. [outro: saxophone wind down] [fade] [end]
