The Sea’s A Moaning Jazz

The Sea’s A Moaning Jazz

In the lighthouse, where the sea’s a moaning jazz
the lightkeeper grooves
with his cosmic partner, his twilight muse
a wild trip of sensual fire

Under the moon’s smoky haze
they move together, bodies in sync
a blend of sweet surrender
and raw, untamed desire

She’s his siren, his midnight queen
in their electric embrace, a fevered beat
a cascade of whispers and gritty moves
each touch a burst of cosmic flame

He commands with that fierce, blazing stare
hands mapping out the rhythm of their craving
her breath a sultry sigh
as they dive into the storm of their lust

Their scene’s a fusion
of erotic zings and raw play
a crescendo of fever, a storm of passion
lost in the primal jazz of it all

Each touch, each pulse, each moan
a riff in their intense jam session
a rhythm of domination and surrender
echoing through the lighthouse’s radiant beams

In the clash of passion and power
they find their own beatnik groove
a raw, unfiltered swing
where love and lust blend in the night’s cool haze