AN OLD SONG

the beat knows not me,
its age hardly known,
the sax blares, ... soothing clefs rise to the awaiting air,
such a wave an aire invites,
an old man does his magic,
a fella on the chords,
a strap down to the woods that sway upon his waist run,
fingers along treasured strings,

another sits,
head dancing,
next to a loved gentle black giant,
the two buddies for ages been,
palms upon the beautiful blacks and whites,
left to right and together meet,

upon the dark space in twos bodies follow,
in clarks and plats choreograph,
under lights that flash,
in and out,
up and down,

merry is made,
an old flame ignited,
the mood is mellow,
a kiss won't miss,

such a day be magical,

in such love was classical,

the touch of an old song,
in many a throng,
only a few know.

all but the beauty,
of an old song,

a woman of worth

under the candle light we shall lay,
onto that warm sheet scented with roses,
and petals scattered all round,
tender kisses from lips to toe,
i'll shower you with and a lady of worth,
tonight i will make you feel.
tongues shall meet in the dim lights,
and in the mid of this seduction,
the LP i will let play,
and let Marvin Gaye take us away.
gentle shall i be to you my love,
these warm bodies no denial to the arousal,
part them with love and hope you will take it in,
and deeper you call i will get it in,
let you whisper and make those moans,
enjoy it even all night to your want,
and say when you have had enough,
and i shall withdraw and take you,
into my arms,
and hold you as you collapse from the warmth,
for that's what a woman is worth....