The song is winding down, and the band is shifting gears. We all float back down to earth from our music euphoria and the atmosphere gets heavy as everyone becomes present. In the dim light, Jack held my gaze as he ended his song, placed his saxophone down, and continued to look at me.
Those eyes... my heart beats faster and harder. I’m surrounded by the scent of sharp, sweet whiskey, faint musky perfumes and colognes barely masking an undercurrent of sweat and desire. All of which have me on sensory overload. The soft, dim lighting building the perfect ambiance of intimacy. My body hums under his stare as we slip into a private bubble for just the two of us.
Jack picks up his guitar and continues watching me like he’s assessing me. He plays a few chords, and a rhythm takes shape. It’s a deep, sensual sound that goes with the rumble of his voice. His band mates join in with their instruments of choice, a trumpet playing long low notes and bass guitar adding depth to the tune. Jack closes his eyes and hums into the microphone and the band’s notes fall in line. Then he sings in a deep gravel tone, holding the syllables to the rhythm he’s set out.
Hair like flames
All around my soul
She never tames
Her spirit for those
Promises and lovers’ games

She will never bow to your ideals
Her heart is strong and only hers
Blinding love that never reveals
She’ll share her time, the line blurs

Hold her tight
for one last kiss
Eyes so bright,
You’ll forever miss
The heat and the light

She will never bow to your ideals
Her heart is strong and only hers
Blinding love that never reveals
She’ll share her time, the line blurs

Caught in the fire of his gaze while his words delve into my soul, I feel like I’m falling…