It’s you and me and the epitome
Of a rhythmic rhythm 
A boss percussionist of this time.

You stepped to me putting your
Magic all in my face 
What could I say? 
What could I do but respond?
In the only way, I knew.

Kicking the curb with a poetic verb
The lure of romantic vibe became mine 
And all I wanted to do was 

Touch you 
Hold you
Kiss you 
Love you

I opened my heart to you and the
Notes you deposited to my vibe
Were the clef zone and a new tone
To my spirit that exploded to your
Notes of ecstasy.

You made me yours as 
You caressed my noticeable existence 
But it was just a matter of time 
Before you became mine and 
I let my heart open to your key.

Your saxophone blowing me 
Like liquid gold spitting stories untold 
As my body became your systematic cords of love. 

Know one can feel you like I do 
Because you’re my saxophone blues
Only the magic of your keys really knew
How it would feel when you blew for me. 

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