Untitled Poem

***If you have any suggestions for a title let me know.***

In walks the music,
Upbeat and mellow
Like a sad saxophone with sunlight
On a cool piano’s Midnight Movements,

And out she walks
Swinging hips stride sexily
In her red dress, leaving perfumed intoxicants
She goes to my head, discreetly

Sweet satin skin
Like brown sugar, in black coffee
I’m killin’ her softly, and tenderly
Sex and love are poetic clichés, —I know.

Late night lovin’
Sleepin’ in all day,
99 problems; minus my 100
I should care more. But I won’t.