JAZZ MI.
Tendencies of broken hellish riddims
Flying in the shallow hallways of the mystic room,
Confused sights grooving on high,
Nothing gets you calm at all…!
Feelings of desire, confusion, fear,
No mask is needed while The Apple grows on Fire!
Boundaries still decaying, braking patterns of silly beats,
while there blows the axe! Charlie, Charlie gets it all!
Jazz me baby, Jazz me babe!
Jazz me she growls,
Intensity flows over her sweaty dark lips,
Her little hands embracing my neck with evil fury,
Absolute innocence I see within your eyes,
babe there is no one out in the backyard,
Expressions written on this reddish walls,
Hallucinogenic photographs imprudently show!
How many morbid thoughts!
Decay! Biology infected, bestial lust
The room neglected,
Spontaneous as freedom,
Betraying all fears!
Unconsciousness breaks in,
Sweating waists move around frenetically
Pleasure exposed!
Jazz me baby, Jazz me babe!
Jazz me she growls,
Right on this Walls pleasure has been seen!
Don’t you scape, my dear from this pub!
Don’t abandon me in Sugar Hills!
END.
After bit:
…I can hear this fetish walls laughing on laud,
Laughing on the bass man bop riddims, thinkin to myself,
Addictive poetry was found in this pub
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About mitiko viento
No escribo poemas, escribo espejitos de raros colores que segun la cara brillan devociones, deseos, mantras, rabias y hasta perversiones>
Mmmm Crema de cremas… Esencia de esencias…Mmmm Suculencia!
Sugar Hills, hmmmm