Okay, I feel much better.
It's as if I just released a whole lot of weight off my shoulders.
Now that I got that out of the way, on to something a little more upbeat.
This next freelance is about love, or at least, what I call love.
Not Godly love, the total love that conquers all.
Not puppy love, a stage that ends fairly short.
But the kinda love that really doesn't exist anymore, unless you're over 30 or something.
Friends have always asked what I call romance. Well now, you;ll know. From the other side...

The kiss under the moonlight breeze

The kiss under the moonlight breeze
The sight of the crescent moon just fills the air like there really was no tomorrow.
Palm trees sway alongside the vast waters of the beach.
And overhead, the steel drum bands are making that special request to not say no tonight.
And we don't even have to go all the way.
Just enough to leave us contempted through the night.
Just being here after 12:15, past midnight, is satisfaction for me.

Tonight may not even be enough.
We could sleep in the daytime so we'll have the energy to do it again the next night.
Because after tonight, we'll both be leaving, and wanting more.
We can make love, have some ideal conversation with some vintage wine.
The only thing that would surpass this feeling, so healing and relieving
is the Carribean Queen wining up on me under that same midnight moon.
That would just give me a life sentence in Her spell.

All that hardcore jazz is just not for me.
Doin' it like da thugs is not my style.
What I need is a long term case of insomnia, next to a girl who can last all night
whose last three words are "let's go outside."
In the moonshine; and she'll know what I really want.
Some carrot or chocolate cake, with a fork in hand.

Can it last a really long time?
Forever is what I shoot for. But until the sunrise is a must.
And I'll take what I can find, a bassline or a waistline
some reggae heat or a soca beat
Some nice old school or a new jazz tune
anything will do.
But with my Queen
I'll have my cake and eat it too.