A beautiful scream she gave in bed
Led creativity run in his head
Nude she played just as the note
That Miles Davis once thought and wrote
Then his pipe she held and mew
Orgasmic music through it she blew
As the cigarette almost done
Gently she lit another one
Placed it on his lips to calm his brain
Cause wild he is turning, completely insane
In bottles of wine he seek a drop
Since the night wont seem to stop
She lay down on her back
Offering her vagina as a snack
He sipped some Jack and blew his smoke
Opened her thighs, with tongue he stroke
He inhaled perfumed pink
And on her flesh spread his ink
He wrote in white she mixed with red
Poetry gave life to the dead
It’s a reality that miles always knew
Wrote it with music titled bitch's Brew…
(In memory of MILES DAVIS)
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