Duke.

Through sunlit window,
I see you walk towards,
Hearing the door,
Close behind you,
Closer to four,
In the afternoon, in a city,
On a Saturday,
In the latest and hottest part of,
June.

He’s not here with me, and no mind towards you and me being here alone. The openness of you and he, fighting between carnal and care, an energy magnified by a 100°. You tempt wanting more, sometimes. Sometimes you don’t. I know… You cannot let go.

Don’t ever let go.

Now I stand, awaiting fate,
I smell your strength,
And your force,
As they both,
Protect and accompany you.
I can hear your pace,
Intoxicating,
Each step you take.
I’m nervous.
I’ve been missing you…

It is long overdue to finally see you. Hearing you cry from too far, that broke me inside. He held me some nights to help me find my peace within you.

Walking nearer from the back,
Scents of sandalwood,
Now attached,
To bergamot,
Twirling around,
Sounds of,
Duke.
Sentimental,
Always for you,
And now you’re here,
Coming closer,
Two breaths…
Anticipation,
Closing in.

”Thank you, God. Though we don’t talk much, You heard me last night, and he’s alright. For that, I’ll always be in awe of You.”

Intense, you are,
Happiest you are with,
Me,
All tied up for you.
The knots you lace,
Secured with care,
And always with a kiss or two,
While staring me down,
Intentionally prolonged,
For effect,
From a position with,
Me beneath you.
Duke’s,
Sentimental,
Mood,
In the air,
With a trace of bergamot,
Hint of sandalwood,
Attached,
Between two.

In a Sentimental Mood
-by Duke Ellington & John Coltrane

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.
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