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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  

Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 12th Nov 2018
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