Smokey air, husky wisps burn
The tunes of a sax,
And madness etches its velvet path
This urge to rap, to boom, to reel
Out of skin...
Climbing unto your heat, a lover’s appeal
Notes tracing hips and curves
Into your arms , I swerve.
Our bodies writhe on blues
Grinding on café floors,
Till cool refrains tilt a pitch
My heart begins to...
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