The Jazz of My Heart Beats : Romantic Poetry

The Jazz Of My Heart Beats

By: Julia L. Clark

You pass me by and I slightly turn my head your saxophone is playing a beautiful melody something I can not erase out my head. My heart beats drums then I feel soul in my feet. I must have a relationship with you either known are discreet. I can’t sit still enough not to give you a taste in the swing of my hips. Reach out to me and introduce the embracing of your arms your breaking in to my heart while setting off my emotional alarms. My heart counts my lucky charms and test my numbers of luck once you get a taste of my passionate eye’s you will be stuck. Are you singing to me like music car jams my heart stops and then my mouth slams? In to the gates of your Mysterious lips. I am kissing a tune a beautiful tune so well harmonized. You released your force to behold then you hypnotize. How did you hypnotize me with out saying a word? You whispered a jazz melody to me a tune not ever heard. The composition was called “Fly with Me” I’ am flying with you and at the very last moment you kissed my left earlobe and shattered my limitations. My heart has been exult to join you as my stomach craves your vacation. The way he is savoring this moment is this the jazz melodies to my heart beats that I’ am scared to perceive? He heard my loud mouth heart and said “My Darling Inamorata Just Focus on How I Breathe” my heart spoke back with the reassurance of “Ok.” He expose from his lips “Repeat after me and say I am in love with this moment you are my pride of pleasure and the most magnificent woman” and then my teeth of pearls start sparkling out a candle light moon smile. I leaned over him to scream out real loud. Like loud splashing water waves. I am getting oozy at the very wrong time. Is this the different high volumes of his intoxication wine? He takes his hand and entwines it with mine. He has passion that speaks in warrants of love crimes. I let him capture me what have I let my emotions done. Is my heart in his prison calling out to his sea? If the federal offense of his eyes handcuff my knees I want be able to resist his love of indeed. I am in love with him as he plays a jazz melody to my heart beats. My heart is drowning save me I am clinching sheets. He is playing a flute to me as he talks my heart creeps in to emotional words of free.

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