Jazz plays in the background.
The artist strums the instruments so well, you would think they all had the blues.
The way the dancers swing around, invoke emotions that speak for them.
The scent that lingers in the air reeks of temptation.
If you let it consume you, you’ll become a painting on the wall.
For a man that thrives, and rides on others demise something so smooth and soul endearing would be the last thing you expect of him.
As he...