Where those Spanish guitar’s softly weep
In a little Cantina’s somehow lost in time
The raven haired Senorita nodded her head to me
Her smile like an open-ended invitation rhyme
Old Marty sings a ballad of old El Paso
We dance cheek to cheek and heat to heat
Lust in the very air we deem to breathe
Faster, faster moving to the flamingo beat
She’s from South of the border someone said
But where she came from no one truly knows
In shadowed room Senorita removes clothes
Through open window the scent of summer rose
Beads of sweat leave desire’s calling card
Tempo of a bed sheet tango ebbs and flows
Until the last chord of the song play out
Linger the echoed words of an old bard’s prose
I love the words you chose and how you let the rhythme flow
with such fine intense seduction that you have come to know!
I feel swept awayyyyyyyy... another for my Sweet Fee Library!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings,Love and Light, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
erotic caresses & essence of womans love
steadfast to climatic interludes
all bound seductively within "The Sound of the Dance"
Sighhhhhh....Vickie :)
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Nicely done, Fee.
Love,
Becca~
Love Tinka
Love the beat. I can hear the music and see the story of the dance play out. Lovely piece.
Cathlene
hugs
Kat
this is my favorite...and I love that song!
Love,
Christine
and I especially love the way you use the language to tell it.
-gene.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
"We dance cheek to cheek and heat to heat"
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Carole~
This has a wonderfully mysterious feel to it. Bonita:)
Sheila
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg