Modern Day Liar

Love is all relative

3 notes

Jazz Estate

The notes swirl
So raw and melodic
Simply creating order out of chaos
The hips sway
Dip
Twist
Head nod
I’m reminded of my first time as the melodies surround me like his arms
And suffocate me until the only thing I can breathe is the notes
Inhale the good shit
Exhale…
The bullshit
Kush can get you high
But there is no greater latitude than when the soul has eclipsed thought
And taken reign over a sovereign nation
My body
I learned to march to the beat of my own drum at an early age
So if this tune sticks out
Its because it was written for the ears that are fine-tuned to the experience of a goddess
While I come down from orgasms so intense
I write the vows for the marriage between my soul and my heart
And we all have a beautiful threesome
That produces fruit more forbidden than the one that got Eve
And there’s a man here
whispering in my ear
Telling me he wants in on this union
But can he realistically play his role in these divine experiences?
The notes carressing my skin are telling me I have to find out
Stolen kisses
Neck nibbles
A soft ass sitting in the strong hands of a man that wants to possess more than this physical moment
But I…
Just want him to take me to the promised land
In that rough, rugged voice, he tells me that the stolen moments have become his most prized treasures
Locked away in one of the chambers of his hearts
That he only gets to when he admits to himself he is human
Goddess or not
I am not wired to accept his love
When my mind and body are so used to the beautiful failures
But when I look into his eyes
I feel a real hope
That maybe freedom isn’t life’s biggest lie
Through the windows of his soul
I see a couple resting on a lakefront
Engaging in the most intellectual foreplay
And again, the notes surround me
This time removing my clothes
So I can sway, dip, and twist to the beat of OUR drum.
If you can’t catch the beat of this tune
Don’t worry
It was written for the ears of cosmic lovers.
Him & me.

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