Lips Play A Flute(( Neo Soul Style))
By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
As I work this under paid shot gun muse today,
I let you see the hush soul of one of my million dollar
personalities that walks up the street alone
babbling the off days I took, to feed my thirsty relaxation
a cool breeze under the dim poor shade that is ready
to hymn a tune éclat from the one you never feed
to the ears of your soul before.
Hello walking stranger, how are you?
I introduce to you the trait to strike the best
conversation melody that will have you
searching the private ingredients to the swig
of this incompatible soul that struck gold
with what you desire in a sweet lady figure
that is quality expensive.
Daddy O’, everywoman doesn’t come in
Hollywood botox manicured toes
and cheap fox furs to kick down the door
of a def soul healing prescription.
So, hey now, take notes on the flute notes
I am going to play for you romantically
putting a motherland thought on you
to check into my ancestors hypnotic groove.
I sooth the campaign into the twenty century
brother with beep bop funk that is robbing
the lost beautiful woman tremendously blind.
When I cook him a meal in these hips
I put on my get down
get set ready
and go in the platter of my confident palm
clinching his palms nibbling I know your thirst
my lover better than you know the flavors
that never captivated your tongue.
Don’t you know every time you
kiss any pair of lips they suppose to leave
a main idea why you wanted your flesh to
sip them to cure your craving of
a brand new beautiful love.
When I look into your eyes
and when you look into mine
you suppose to see the tale that I
never seen brought to life
in a fleshly living story before.
And babe, sex needs a review
and respect like taking a unknown employee
seeking connection satisfaction that maybe,
will want you between my thighs
free version of your strokes
in the bedroom predominately,
this here is just a sweet release of
a little bitter sweet poetry.
Daddy O’, take the area code
and the phone number to the story
I left behind in the damn part of your mind saying,
I like the way how her lips play a flute.
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