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.

Slowly Surely/Rambling Storm

Slowly Surely/Rambling Storm

Sheltered hearts in a rambling storm-

Slowly surely they embrace.

Finger clenched upon one another.

Fearful-

Scared…..

That they might…just might.

Slip away from one another.

Hesitating,

To look at one another.

Reflecting insecurities…

Of dreamt up fears-

yelling in sheltered ears.

Echoing-

Upon a rambling storm.

Slowly surely they embrace?