Read 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