A Bluesman Met a Reggae Queen

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caption></figure><p id="0a80">A Bluesman met a reggae queen Deep in the blueness of his soul he spotted her She was wrapped in bright fabric a Jamaican sunset Eyes shimmered a sandy beach in the moonlight Hair curls bounced with each step of well-formed hips Clothes glided over her form like ocean waves She quenched a deep thirst in the Bluesman He fell into endless eyes, deep like guitar rifts Melodic sounds escaped coconut

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brown lips Hums and bebops caressed the Bluesman He imagined the warmness of waiting arms He called to her She turned caught a glance of his soft pleading eyes He swept the guitar from his back whispered, “Please sit with me?” Nestled in the sand His fingers told stories thru guitar strings And together shared the music in their souls.</p><p id="e310">© <a href="undefined">Estacious(Charles White)</a> 2019</p></article></body>

A poem about the music of love.

A Bluesman met a reggae queen Deep in the blueness of his soul he spotted her She was wrapped in bright fabric a Jamaican sunset Eyes shimmered a sandy beach in the moonlight Hair curls bounced with each step of well-formed hips Clothes glided over her form like ocean waves She quenched a deep thirst in the Bluesman He fell into endless eyes, deep like guitar rifts Melodic sounds escaped coconut brown lips Hums and bebops caressed the Bluesman He imagined the warmness of waiting arms He called to her She turned caught a glance of his soft pleading eyes He swept the guitar from his back whispered, “Please sit with me?” Nestled in the sand His fingers told stories thru guitar strings And together shared the music in their souls.