smooth jazz

Each note gracefully bouncing off the next

in a complete bliss

on the invisible staff 

floating through empty space  

meeting the love of their life 

eyes closed 

completely immersed in the true being of the music 

words in this moment would have failed completely 

thats why there was no attempt

and only the fingertips of the piano player trickled down her spine 

and the breaths of the sax went down her neck 

and the notes ran up her thigh 

and she soaked it up like the rays of sun 

in the summer time 

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