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Menage A Trois In C Minor { A Jazzy And Naajir Collab }
NAAJIR
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?
Was it
..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
Was it
...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...
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....
JAZZY
Perhaps it was...
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
Perhaps it was...
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
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
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