Bluenote Time
in the soft jazz and midnight hour
your eyes are dancing close to mine
a sway of hips, a touch of lips
while on the stand
piano player’s fingers
dance around the tune
above a gentle touch
caressing music from the bass
your fingers up and down my spine
in the soft jazz and midnight hour
we lose ourselves in bluenote time
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