Billie Holliday

 
In a smoke filled room you witness

A heavy haze of husky jazz

Bladders pounding off trumpets blazing

Soft scats off the drums sway

While tinkling licks dance hot off the ivories

The sweet whine of the tenor voiced sax tantalizes the room

Long armed trombone notes draw you into the beat

In a single spotlight

A sultry vixen approaches the mike

A deep low moan emits from this kitten of the night

Sparkling brighter than a million diamonds

Her curves hugged up tight in her second skin, crimson red

The beauty of the moment freezes all present

Perfection witnessed

Her voice the siren that calls out

Feast on me

Deep growls of lust erupt as she sways to the beat

Arms outstretched beckoning for an embrace

Careening notes sound out

Her voice cuts through the room

Just like the words of the song

She has indeed put a spell on you

Electricity couldn’t charge the room like her

She gives a half-veiled look of lust as she slowly points

Fingers motioning like a wand

Poof—your body goes weaker and weaker

Each note has you entranced

Lost in the moment

Your mind spins you around the room

Pinching yourself

Knowing you are wide-awake dreaming

The song draws to a close

The sexy kitten of jazz purrs her final note

Like a shot in the dark

You are hit

Knowing what love at first sight feels like

You sink, sliding down

Like a balloon, that has lost its air

You sigh heavy

You know you are forever captive

Under her black magic cloak