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Menage A Trois In C Minor { A Jazzy And Naajir Collab }

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NAAJIR �
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Here we are �
In the after hour spot �
With the swanky ambiance playing host �
To this ministry of sound �
Where chemistry has bound �
You to I ...I to you �
We to our third party's interest... �
The music.. �
Pasting little mementos �
Along the notes of seductive lentos �
And groovy up tempos �
As the senses became piqued �
With intense curiosity �
Wondering overtly.. �
What was it? �
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Was it �
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..the mysterious bass player?.. �
Weaving those sultry undertones �
Vibrating beneath erogenous zones �
Striking tones that atone �
For a hard day's work �
Plucking strings and emotions �
The devotion to his chosen craft �
Creating a backdraft of heat �
That causes sensuous shifting in seats.. �
Subtle squirming.. �
The deep rhythm worming �
Winding..finding those unspoken truths �
Awaiting expression �
To such eloquent sessions �
Of musical mastery �
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Was it �
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...the extravagant pianist?.. �
Stroking 88 keys dexterously �
To tease the nuances of the soul �
With an ease second nature �
To fingertips dedicated since schooldays �
Articulating tunes with unique finesse �
Now fancy that...from A to G �
Baby Grand the premium choice �
To accentuate the diva's voice �
Top shelf like Nottingham �
Flowing smooth like aged whiskey �
Getting better with the night's passage �
The mood gettin a bit frisky �
Risky bizness indeed... �
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So began the inquiry �
The two of us under the seasoning �
Of an enchanting evening �
Flowing soothingly with �
Cocktails and conversation �
Heightening this undercurrent �
Written in c-minor upon our faces �
The parquet floor now our oasis �
Where we held our graces �
Along the auspices of just a simple dance �
Our eyes locked in a trance �
My pelvis riding the rhythm �
Of your swaying hips �
Just two ships sailing �
In an ocean filled with �
Baritones and falsettos negotiating �
Future terms of endearment �
Our inhibitions sedated �
As the music mated with Martinis �
Giving off seductive vibes �
Orchestrated for the grown n sexy �
Our body language �
In the midst of intimate discussions �
Tambourines and percussions moving spines �
With no thoughts of cessation �
This occasion the cause for �
A standing ovation �
An applause for the charming �
And disarming flutes and saxophones �
To which manly groans and Jazzy moans �
Would become a poem of �
Metaphorical sighs caught between �
Hi-hats and snares �
For indeed we've both been ensnared �
By improvisational wizards �
Inducing sentimental moments �
Some of which �
I'm sure you'd like to share.... �
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JAZZY �
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Perhaps it was... �
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The vibrato in your undertone �
Matched perfectly with the baritone �
Escaping the saxophone �
That resonated loudly in my ears �
Causing me to hear only the silence �
Every note clear and concise �
Rang out at precisely the right time �
Perpetuating a melody in me �
That had long since ceased �
Riding the waves flowing from his own lips �
How could I now resist this three way tryst �
Every key effortlessly stroked A, G and all those in between �
Infectious inflections perfectly attuned to only those inclined �
An aria of perfection �
A sweet symphony of pleasure �
With a subtle gesture �
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Perhaps it was... �
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The hi hats or the snares �
That warranted the stares �
Culminating deep withing my core �
Riding the rhythmic reality �
In the key of G �
Welcoming the ENCORE �
Tapping, rapping, trapping �
My every will and desire �
For three part harmony �
However charming �
And illustrious this sonata �
My keys were stroked �
Once ignited and lit the fire �
Encasing the sensation �
Burning inside of me �
Cataclysmic utterings �
So melancholy �
Rang out loudly �
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Enslaved to the orchestra that is you �
I willed myself to �
Relinquish all of me to your symphony of two �
Allegro and crescendos �
Lending my bass line to scores �
Only your fingers know �
Note for note you scribe on my cleft �
Composing a masterpiece �
Starring WE �
Leaving nothing less than chance to chance �
Wholly consumed by this dance �
Where we now find ourselves �
Beyond mind Beyond body �
Between realms �
Sopranos and tenors colliding �
To create the perfect compliment �
Perfect pitch �
All else has fallen away �
Excusing the intoxicating �
Residue of this musical indoctrination �
You have so intricately impressed upon me �

Written by Naajir

Published 2nd Sep 2016 | Edited 12th Nov 2018

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Re. Menage A Trois In C Minor { A Jazzy And Naajir Collab }

DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)

2nd Sep 2016 5:57am

It is brilliance answering brilliance in beautiful sultry tones. The stanzas are so perfectly harmonious. There could be no more desirable a union to be found in my mind than to love and be loved in kind with ingenuity, respect and desire. Loving this.