Film Noir Valentines~ A Poem

A key turns in the rain
The lights are dim
Do you hear my heels
As I make my way to you?
Air enveloped
In jazz and scotch
Your hand reaches
Resting on my waist
You sitting on the edge of the bed
My stockinged legs caressing your trousers
Lips that taste of brass
Of music played
A melancholic trumpet
Lays across the sheets
Carmine stained lips
Leaving my imprint on your collar
As vanilla scented breath
Leaves a trail on my skin
Like a careless bartender
You pour kisses heavy onto me
A snap of a lace garter
And the stockings are no more
Yet
We have just begun
This smokey waltz
As rain serenades our door