Its the Blues

In the dim-lit hall where the soulful chords weep, A siren graces the stage, secrets to keep, A silhouette in moonlight's tender glow, A sexy blues singer, the crowd's hearts bestow Her voice, a velvet caress of midnight breeze, Kindling embers of passion, as she pleases, A serenade of honeyed, smoky delight, Igniting a flame in the depths of the night Curves like the bends of a winding river, Her allure, a magnetic, timeless quiver, Each sway of her hips, a sultry invitation, In her presence, hearts beat with anticipation Eyes that hold the tales of countless years, Reflecting the pain, the joy, the fears, Yet a spark of mischief, a coy, knowing grin, Unveiling a world where fantasies begin Her gown, a midnight blue, a cascading dream, Adorned with stardust, a celestial theme, Graceful and snug, it whispers and sighs, Accentuating the curves that hypnotize In the blues, she finds her solace and might, Her melody weaves through the ebony night, A storyteller of love, heartache, and sin, A temptress, a goddess, a soul deep within For in her song, a magic unfurls, A tapestry of passion, it swirls and twirls, A sexy blues singer, a living art, Captivating souls, she steals every heart 10/4/23