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Fever
His hands.....
…...her eyes in spellbound stare,
an ascending legato across
black and white keys
seemingly floating, lighter than air
she feverishly crosses her legs
shifting her hips and thighs
as his hands navigate a delicate mordant,
a gentle arabesque
the beautiful glissando
upon his saxophone
right before her eyes
launched into
an indiscriminate
shade of blue
deeply bending the strings
his guitar gently weeps
and sings
a melody that makes her
body hot and her mood deliciously cool,
the rhythm swings like a pendulum
( mmm, I like the way she moves.....)
Zen....
…..she watches
and wonders
awash the dim glow of candle light
how his “fingers”
would feel upon
her soft skin
" you give me fever,
when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
in the mornin'
a fever all through the night........." (from the song, Fever written by Peggy Lee)
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