- Erotic Poetry
- It’s a Jazz
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It’s a jazz,
a bone if I’d
only swing it,
a slide trombone
parting the moist,
cool night with legs
spreading wide
in moonlight
serenade. A groan
man – a long tenor
sax note, drawn
deep, deeper:
the thrust
and withdrawal
sparkling like brass,
her ass rising
and falling in
the shadow and light.
So tight around me
astounding, the sound
then slow, slow
the trumpet moans
a final – oh, oh,
yes the fingers
touching there –
just there – close, closer
arching the back
straining, reaching
just the right,
just the right,
just the right,
oh yeah baby, yeah.
Bright light, brilliant
corners, catch your breath
as the sax fades
and the trombone
slips glistening away.
- COMMENTS
oregon_galabout 18 years agoFun fluid read...liked the tone and musical references mixing with the physical!
