Sometimes, late at night
I look at a photo of her
sitting there with her back to me
after a shower
and I can see down her spine
to the point where there is a
hint of her backside
and all I want to do is
run my fingers up and down
and down and up
and down
and up
and down
and feel the smooth rhythm
like a jazz improvisation
dig it
with a tempo
and a beat
that keeps my heart in time
with love.