by
NicholasPoet

jazz is playing
the lights are dim
smoke bellow
out of the
belly
of the music
musicians
make love
to their
instruments
while
fondling the
melodies rhythm
penetration
not always
necessary
to reach
euphoric
satisfaction
but
in this
case
to enter
is to
groove
to become
enveloped
in this
musical transaction
the drummer
pounds
the saxophonist
kisses
the
keyboard player
uses his
fingers
the bass
man
keeps the
steady pace
while the
cunga player
caresses the
head
of his
instrument
and
as the
orgy of
syncapation
continues
orgasms
ripple
through
the bodies
of the
listeners

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