He stepped into the darkened, crowded space and lit it up with his energy.He uncased his sax, smiled then blew his soul all over us at the restaurant's bar.
He re-cased his sax, smiled then blew his heart and sweet ear-gasms all over me ... and only me.
Night & Day he makes love to me by warming up with his sax.
I watch with eager anticipation as he undresses her, slides his nimble fingers over her buttons causing her to sing his blues, jazz and funk.
After gently tucking her away I slip into her place -- in his embrace.
We relish in sweet mind-sex (and I don't mind sex;-).
We undress each other then his strong fingers press my buttons -- causing me to sang his blues, jazz, funk and my joy!
His musical notes spill all over my paiges.
We shout praises to the heavens 'cause our prayers have been answered.
We are so ready for this arranged marriage of our love & creativity
... that has been arranged by The Creator...
C.A.Paige © 2008
To my trained poets: These are simply poetic thoughts of mine which I needed to express. I have no idea what poetic form it fits...
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lucky you. i wish i have a man like that! lol
ReplyDeleteMethinks the poet hath found her personal Coltrane. Keep enjoying the music, and don't overthink the melody--aight?
ReplyDeleteThe hotness!
ReplyDeleteKai - :-) in time, in time...
ReplyDeleteNewCed - Wellll...I'm working on that over thinking thing;-)
Angel - thanx!
Ahh yes Cap, loved it the first time, love it even more now!
ReplyDeleteSmooth work.
ReplyDeleteMiz - thanx, Sis!
ReplyDeleteKofi Bofah - thank ya very much!