my try (first erotic poem! eeeee)

[rowens]

Slowly I Hum
in my head to the sound of the
bass. I am playing to her
soft ears. To see you move
those hips like a dancing
doll, made of skin
not plastic.

I look into her eyes
and let out a little smile then
up I jump up to slam down on the
hard wood ground. This mound of
rock I have built in my soul.

Maybe the period here; maybe not. The rest is all right. Even the uppercase Hum.

That will not let a girl become
one whole with me, kills.