Staccatos of three inch Manolos
Sweet scented perfumes approaching
Marlboro's seductive light meanders
Curling through unsuspecting
Flirtatious whispers softly dancing
"In the room where women come and go
talking of Michelangelo".
Spirit of night malingers
Oh Johnnie B, Oh Johnnie B
Jack is a lost soul
Your contemptuous spirit
crackling ice glaciers unforgiving
Submissive to God's calling
"Is it the perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?"
Eyes glistening through light flickers
Soft tender brushes against one's laces
Black river elixir stroking deep glances
"Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
but in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair".
Darkness swallows Bayou moon reflecting
Dream catcher's fleeting moment suspended...
"A time for you and me...
before the taking of a toast and tea".
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