the sound of smooth jazz
sheets the room with ****** passions
that dance heavily across
the crowd.
and through the utter thickness
of a blaring saxophone
and the delicate taps of a piano's keys,
I clutch to your tummy
and lie my head on your chest.
your arm is draped gently
around my shoulders
as you snap your fingers
to the tune.
my fingers find the way to
the soft pieces of hair behind your neck
and trail down your skin,
all the way down to your shirt.
as the music surrounds me
and fills me with great desire
to touch you
(and for you to touch me)
I slowly undo the buttons,
one by one.
I leave fragile kisses
on your cheeks,
neck,
cool skin,
and let my fingertips
glide across your arms.
what could be better than
being here beside you -
enchanting music traveling through
our ears, through our veins,
and into our hearts?
what could be better
than spending this moment
with you?

*a.m.