New Orleans Heat

sweat falling from her forehead, it leaves a trail running down her breasts
upper lip and palms moist at the idea of her love for this man, inner-locking with lust

the sound of saxophones playing in the background, the jazz melodies speak of her desires
like the water from the Mississippi River flowing through her heart, I see that cajun mystery within
it's something about his mystique ways that has her on her toes
saying his name with her accent, I'm under the impression that she's been bitten by the love bug

walking around with the Salmon Pink lips with her Apple Green flavored scent,
someone is bound to notice her demeanor within
like an episode off of the television screen, she has been channeled to this one particular station
they say that he's the Krimson and Kreme type,
the smooth brother like the Hennessey poured over ice in a glass
well put, sexy smell, just cut to precision
the beauty of the masses, I know that he is what she is thinking, as she is what he is thinking

as the sun sets, the inner sexual tension is spilled over across the sky
mixed with colors of a painting, I'm waiting to see when they will make a final move
but, anything can prosper in New Orleans, especially that Louisiana love blues
playing like a local band in a club, the sensuality is heavy in the atmosphere
can't believe that it is so evident, but it's something about that southern love

gentleman meets lady, can we please give them a round of applause
because I know in the end, the rose petals will be falling
the love of a man who loves a woman is the most beautiful display of affection
I just hope that Mississippi Country Boy knows what to do with that Louisiana Sweet Cotton

....New Orleans Heat

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