Corner Pocket
Salsa was a gorgeous, passionate lady, that partied every night. She was sexy, she was sensual, for her every man would have died. She danced like she was making love and every partner she had, would dance hypnotised for the rest of his life. Nobody could resist her eyes, her deep brunette eyes; nobody could listen to her voice of sweet illusion, without feeling inside his chest a strange emotion. She could have made you laugh, cry and love, everything in only five minute’s worth.
Jazz was quite a gentleman, elegant yet casual. He rarely danced, but he could feel the music like no one else. He was smart, he was deep, he was so misteryous that ladies would jump at him. He let the music talk for him, playing what he thought, playing what he felt, just playing what he needed it to be. Sometimes he created in only minutes odes, for music and love in various modes. He was spontaneous, he lived the moment, he enjoyed what he could.
One day, Salsa met Jazz, near the pool table, by the corner-pocket, they fell in love at first sight. They couldn’t bear the farness of their bodies, so they joined their souls like two long-time lovers. They enjoyed each other, loved one another, tasting every flavor, seeing every color and hoping time wouldn’t be much trouble. They never got tired, their soul’s melt into one, now and forever!
Their kids are the most beautiful, their kids are the mos gorgeous
And this is one of them!! This is one of them!!
