Rhythm, Jazzing the Mental of My Mind By Jacqueline Amos Blues on my mind, wrapped with black jazz, within my desires, enhancements, see the, illusions take on, Marvin Gaye lets get it on, Billy Holiday, my man don't love me, sing Billy as, I undress, stepping in the visions, of black jazz, covered with the blue eyes, soul brother, get down, soars of great sounds. Close my eyes, Cotton comes to Harlem, here dizzy blow, entering my universe, as the horns blow, climaxing the drums, salty waters, fall upon my face, Delicious visitations, conquered and drained, blow on the misty moods of love. Tapping my feet to the beat, waters fall upon my knees, I kneeled, taking on the visions, that reflects the soul, of the beat, Fixed in backgrounds, Mama want to sing, Flashing lights upon my face, Sarah Von, oh what dose it take, Embraced horns, wrapped around my captivity of great space. Play those blues, black jazz, soul blue eyes, feeling my juice. Copywriter 2001 Jacqueline Amos Embracing, the flashing lights, jazz on my mind, mental wrapped around my captivity of great space.