In the shadows of the lounge, where the soft lights flicker,
A trumpet cries its tale, as we sip our bourbon quicker.
Lonely hearts, they dance and sway, to a melody that lingers,
Each note a warm embrace, like the whiskey on our fingers.
Soft jazz whispers secrets in the evening's smoky glow,
In the corners where the lost souls gather, we go slow.
With the rhythm of the night wrapping around us tight,
We find solace in the sound, it feels so right tonight.
The clock ticks on, but time stands still, as we share a smile,
Every moment's got a magic that can linger for a while.
Your laughter swirls like smoke, teasing with a dare,
In this world of dreams and music, we have not a care.
So here's to the sound that fills the air,
To the bourbon that warms and the love that we share.
With every swaying movement, let's embrace the thrill,
In the shadows of the lounge, our hearts are standing still.
As the final notes dissolve into the starry night above,
I’ll hold this fleeting magic close, forever wrapped in love.
So let the trumpet play and the bourbon flow like streams,
In this eternal moment, we'll linger in our dreams.
Jazz
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