After Hours Jazz
girl from Ipanema
soft and sweet
coming out of the speakers
wee hours of the morning
girl sitting beside me
on the bed
crying
she always cries to this song
ergo, that’s why I play it
still crying she takes my hand
places it where she likes it
takes the other one
places it where I like it
on her breast
softly I begin unbuttoning her blouse
she always wears a blouse
with buttons
it turns her on
I undo each one
as she cries listening to that girl
from Ipanema
soft sax
soft voice
soft and lovely
there’s no better way
to spend a night after bar-hoping
Copyright © Jerry Bolton | Year Posted 2015
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