Midnight's Shadow, Page 2

jazzsinger

  Give me the bass line

  of your spine

  as you walk in the room

  The treble

  hits the highs

  carried on your sweet perfume

  You bring

  in the strings

  dangling down from delicate lingerie

  My heartbeat

  is the metronome

  timing the beat before we play

  As my horns

  strike notes

  against the line of your throat

  The saxophone

  is that husky moan

  when I lick your favorite note

  So-lows

  emote intensely

  when you slide my trombone

  Now we`re riding

  to the chorus

  matching every pitch and tone

  From the bridge

  to the coda

  of intoxicating grooves

  I beat on your drums

  making you come

  as I stick and move

  Now we

  crescendo

  and let that last note linger

  You`ll always remember

  the night you played with

  the jazz singer

  All That Jazz

  It’s 2009 and some dudes still waitin to be the blues in yo left thigh

  Tryin to become the funk in yo right

  But I’m that jazz in yo spine

  Keepin our syncopation tight

  Woman you are a sight

  That I got to behold

  And hold until you invite

  My sculptin hands to mold

  Fold yo inhibitions and place them on the shelf

  For this wealth of pleasure-full treasures

  Is good for yo health

  Not lookin out fo self

  Angel it’s all about you

  And this heavenly view that I now gaze unto

  Makes me want to do all the things yo man won’t do

  But let me take my time

  To meet you Oshun

  Or is it Goddess Divine?

  Damn you fine and that ain’t just no line

  Let my smooth groove soothe yo soul and massage yo mind

  And I hope you don’t mind

  Me intrudin yo space

  Can I get you to replace that mace

  And put a smile on yo face?

  It’ll quicken the pace and cement the mood

  That I hope will conclude with us conversin in the nude

  Our bodies and minds linked

  Words meaning less

  To express the issues only great sex can address

  I gotta confess yo breasts caused this mess

  Increasin my stress

  Thinkin about touchin yo tenderness

  You’ve gotten the best of me lady

  And that ain’t no lie

  But I got you high wonderin just who am I

  Just take one look in my eyes

  Let’s join and become one

  While I intoxicate you like Jamaican rum

  And get you hotter than the sun

  Now you’re beggin to come to my palace of pleasure

  To let me touch your texture and taste your nectar

  For who gets you wetter, than the double-decker?

  You know Peter Piper packs a pro

  Fully equipped for low trumpet blows

  Drummin and curlin up toes

  I got you sweatin in your clothes strikin a provocative pose

  As my sax phonic rhythms remove your panties and hoes

  Just a little somethin somethin to let you know

  Yo soy seu espadechin preto

  And you’re my love jones

  Tigress

  she walks

  like the wind whispers

  tickling my senses

  her sensual scent

  arouses

  my inner instincts

  instantly my eyes

  awaken

  to her aura

  awesome

  as the scintillating sunrise

  she warms my earth

  blood boiling with passion

  she leaves me sweating

  from the heat of her breeze

  i hold my breath

  blushing

  blue

  to calm the jungle creatures

  uprising

  underneath my skin

  longing

  for the hope of the hunt

  Erotica