Jazz speaks true

Jazz speaks true

Ever so elegantly she tapa her red lacquered nails in time with soft jazz that caresses each and everyone’s ears.

Soft lighting of lust and ambience entwines every crevice and corner throughout this quaint jazz commune.

The saxophone resonates through and through-

each note erotically encompassing the ears.

Aromatic clouds of jazz cigarettes and smoked whiskey lovingly linger around.

Ever so elegantly she caresses her red lacquered nails against the lighter flint

the flame reflecting seduction and mystery in her furiously fiery eyes.

Let these notes resonate within her.

As I play the night away.

Time did speak

Time did speak

Why cry? When you can laugh.

Jollied Time itself.

Seconds still sway on.

Present moments-

speak the only truth.

For the past is a fickle duel-

between a rose tinted haze.

The future is dream.

An ever present memory.