Bill Evans was playing piano
on the record
on her hi-fi.
She had just gone
to fill up our glasses
with scotch.
I lay there on her bed
waiting for her return.
I could hear the jazz piano
and the double bass
and snaring drums
and the gentle beat.
She came back
holding two glasses
with the amber nectar.
I studied how
her two firm *******
stood there naked
and her blue eyes
on me smiling.
She lay the glasses
one each side of the bed
and climbed back in.
We sipped our scotch
and she said about
the phases of the moon
and how the moon's pull
had influence
upon women's
menstrual cycles
and the effect
on some people's minds
what was called lunacy.
The scotch was good
and Bill still played his piano
and she drained her glass
and the talking stopped
and we lay down again
hugging close
listening to rain.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Bill Evans was playing piano
on the record
on her hi-fi.
She had just gone
to fill up our glasses
with scotch.
I lay there on her bed
waiting for her return.
I could hear the jazz piano
and the double bass
and snaring drums
and the gentle beat.
She came back
holding two glasses
with the amber nectar.
I studied how
her two firm *******
stood there naked
and her blue eyes
on me smiling.
She lay the glasses
one each side of the bed
and climbed back in.
We sipped our scotch
and she said about
the phases of the moon
and how the moon's pull
had influence
upon women's
menstrual cycles
and the effect
on some people's minds
what was called lunacy.
The scotch was good
and Bill still played his piano
and she drained her glass
and the talking stopped
and we lay down again
hugging close
listening to rain.
