New Orleans

Walking hand in hand in the French Quarter

as New Orleans jazz floats across the water

looking into your eyes, pools of jewels

loving the city and yearning for more of you.


Passing the shop windows on Decatur

Nawlin’s musician playing sax on the corner

crowd gathers in front of Café’ du Mond

the music fires our dance of desire.



Sitting at Pat O’Brians taking in the music

sun shining as the flowers begin to bloom

from hanging baskets on balconies above

sharing margaritas as in my ear you whisper

you want me, in time with the tunes.


Shopping through the madness on Bourbon Street

laughing and smiling while squeezing

closer into you, my teeth grazing your neck

as hands chart your curves.


Drift from each passing shop and saloon

sunny sunday afternoon

no where else I'd rather be

than with you in New Orleans.