Thumping and grinding her charismatic rhythm draws you in.
Intricate beats blend into melody as her staccatos cut through you like an icy wind.
Bass tickling your skin, like countless ants dancing over you, staying in time.
She pulses and writhes, pulling you deeper as the energy climbs.
An explosion of notes roars as, she climaxes in a sea of A’s, D’s, and G minors.
Glassy eyed she looks at you, still wanting, she drags you past winos and beggars.
Down a flight of moldy stairs where the lights are low,
A room full of smoke and average Joes. No one’s ready, only I know, that she’s about to start slow building, thumping, grinding she goes. Jazz, is about to steal the show.
