Let us
conjure moonlight dreams, while you pick your memories up out
of the blue velvet, wet lips on wood sticks and blow. Pretend
I am your blue moon goddess, white dress, all curves, sleek sex
siren~ dripping smooth
honey
melody.
My microphone makes love to your saxophone as you
purr and grind symphonic beats. Eyes trickle down the small of my
back, where sequins kiss brown dimples. Hips lightly sway to
sweet groans of deep~ dark~ notes. Belt me a song. Blow it
hard
and long. Every curve~ lush, vibrates this haunt
black melody. Something I can swing with~ into the dark with
panting breathless tongues wagging me out the door, as I choke
down your beat like sweet poison. Smoke wisps curl while in
the candle glow you suck down amber on the rocks. Try to drink
it in. Pretend it isn't just
another regret.
daddy
twirled his fingers slow, made his glass sing.
You paint such a beautiful picture using words & wit. You have a style & a certain 'touch' that is your & yours alone. Your work makes me strive to be more thorough, & descriptive in my own writing. I believe that you are perhaps the definition of Inspirational. Well done.
There is such a beautiful dance within your music here. You capture that sense of passion as sax and song blend in perfect harmony. Dreamily voiced and truly mesmerising... in every way!
Slow and supple, long and fraught with things that go bump in the night in a good way. This had the feel of a hot Savannah summer night, and the mood of a Jazz club in the French Quarter. I loved every breath of it it, super visual but even more tactile. This was as awesome as it gets I think.
And I am mesmerized. You create an engrossing ambiance in this poem. There are some negative undertones, but they seem to complement the mood rather than weaken it. Impressive, Misty.
Clearly you have discovered that the saxophone is the most expressive instrument known to man : >) I have tickets to the annual "Guitars and Saxes" concert in Anchorage in a couple of weeks, front row, center stage, I'll think of this piece as I let Euge Groove, Jeff Lorber, Jeff Golub, and Jessy J purge my soul on May 8th.
well this is hot love ,so sensual writing yes as one down there said i really dont know which lines to pick as the best actually i loved it all ,word for word,such great flaw of emotion ,such love i rarely see ,this is so wonderful i just loved it really
Your words are magnetic and compelling! I found each line to be a little more charismatic than the last...almost hypnotic. So very sensual....and the musical references were simply delicious! Great work. lydia
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