As her butterfly hips slip through my mind

I swoon with the easy jazz tunes in the air                     

That dance with fingers gripping brass-body curves

Pressed and caressed in the dim of nights

Flights of fantasy glitter in her stare

As her butterfly hips slip through my mind

Mentally massaged music slides and swerves

My nerves alert to the desire we share

As her butterfly hips slip through my mind

Fingers stroll her spine- ivory reserves

Its melody as the smoke clears lights glare

Brass bodies dancing with fingers gripping curves

The crush crescendos as ivory stirs                               

Keys pressed in climax snaps of waving hair

As her butterfly hips slip through my mind

Gripping that dance of brass-body curves.