Heart in Motion
There's something about the brass,
the tingle of sass that makes me turn cheek without being crass.
Oh, I know the sweet brevity that I would whisper on my lips to you.
Like sweet nothings on a warm breeze, oh so sheer too.
I am not tempting you,
not singing you sweet nothings,
but won't you dance with me.
Once,
twice,
my boo.
I can tease you, saunter my hips from side to side.
Take a teasing finger under your chin,
to make you smile wide.
Oh, sweet child of your mother's.
Won't you-
Won't you be mine?
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This was created and inspired while listening to West End Blues by Louis Armstrong
-Diana Forst on 5/20/2023 4:00pm
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