Dating : A Bluesman Met a Reggae Queen

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 like a sandy beach in 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
and 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.