Feeling Good

    Feeling Good
Flowers bloom, set fragrance array sashay across the aroma per se as an Egyptian belly dancer displays the Percolating steam off the heartthrob escapade. When the lights are low, softly send a Rahima prayer afloat. You’ve changed into something teasing; now watch the eagles soar. It’s pleasing when knees hit the floor. Still, the sun rises in the east, on how you look tonight; between twilight and midnight. Coltrane's soulful soul sends chills through its Sex-saxophonist. Pleasurable impromptu mood, insane; pulse beat to the be-bop change rearrange, cocaine hit the brain full throttle: After a rush of heroin throbbing veins, acid ran down the drain. El Salvador, Ecuador, track, and trade are my favorite things. Sentimental, with all it brings: Feels good, misunderstood, Cold wind cut across the face, with jagged edge razor blade Rendition, tunes: Baby let's blow this place. Pocket money, everything is fine; we can take the "A" train. I’ll be someone to watch over you/us. Time after time: Between us and them. Besides, there is—no one to blame.