So tonight I'll dream of sun barely kissed kisses...
Coltrane on our breaths
Miles Davis amidst thrusts
Dizzy Gillespie would find the balance between our hearts...
Soft playing jazz ensembles between your thighs...
Make me one with the Movement
A part of the renaissance
Damn it if your name's Jezebel---
I'll call you
Suave and smooth
I'll seduce you
And you...
You can just call me
Your Soft heart having fool
I'll still call you...
Just catch me up in your groove
That smooth life time shit
In my dreams...
It'll stop before it starts...
And I'll wake up
Once again
To kisses dipped in clover honey
From the same sultry lips
Murmuring the smoothest skats in my ear.
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Damn!.. all i could think of while i read this was "They call me Brother to the night and right now I'm the blues in your left thigh tryin to become the funk in your right, is that alright?" lmao... good shit honey!
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