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01/06/2016 this was written and I haven’t done much since...I need to start writing again... -Carla Davis
My pulse you can feel when your lips kiss my neck & my heart beats
irregular as prickly hairs stand erect ...
You are my BASS
Vocal your words most powerful ...
Unwisely used can be oh so harmful ....
My brass stomach emulates a whirlwind ...
As a reed to your lips a family of woodwind .....
You are my SAX
I love your old soul mirroring RAGTIME ...
Yes you both prove difficult to define ...
Still grinding & running you're so HIP-HOP ...
Yet chill like the spliff at a REGGAE spot ...
Right words you say smooth as R&B ...
I speak of this often but kept between you and me ...
My emotions erratic does BLUES with its RHYTHMS ...
So many varied sub genres there's no end to your visions ....
BUT Wikipedia says the key elements to you is improvisation ...
YOU ARE MY JAZZ !!!
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wonderful
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