Congas beat and trumpets play
Searing notes as night forgets day
Eyes wander across the room
Bodies in motion and lust in bloom
...
The crisp bite of February air
Blows through the streets
and causes a branch to shudder
The muted sun gently casts a glow
...
White pistachio ice cream, fresh, creamy
I paddle dip gently with my spoon
and escape to a tasty island
...
Bachatera
Congas beat and trumpets play
Searing notes as night forgets day
Eyes wander across the room
Bodies in motion and lust in bloom
From far away a silhoutte emerges
Tall, black dress, attention converges
She walks in and takes her seat
As men swoon and fall at her feet
Long perfect legs, white skin so light
Her brown eyes stare and take my sight
She stands up, dress clinging to a perfect waist
She is a scorpio angel of selective taste
I take her hand, she smiles, this is bliss
The world I would give for a soft, sweet, unending
Kiss.