Scat rhythm hums
on the smooth jazz sound
played in stereo echoes
to passion, as sung
from two hearts in a storm;
His hands, adept and willing,
sought her satin thighs,
blushed to pink, like her
cheeks, and her lips burst
red on the thunder of ecstasy;
He kissed her mouth with his
sweetened now of honey,
as he promised; He begged, 
“please . . . ”
coaxing her to her knees 
in a soft caress, like silk, 
his hands played in her hair, 
daring her to taste 
and to drink; 
And she did,
take her fill of him,
until he begged in screams
timed to the thunder,
mounting as the storm pounded
like fists against the frame;
“GOD!”
he cried, as she rained in refrain,
“YES!”
Then laid soft, 
against his skin, smooth
like jazz.


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Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic – First Journey (Sept. 2000)
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