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LatinSugar
Over 90 days ago
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Angel Princess of Passion
“My eyes followed the lines in the mahogony bar now
Stretched and faded into the jostled disstance
As I peered from glass to glass, olives and yellows
Pomegranate red, striped straws
Ice cubes swirling.
You leaned over the bar
Resting your weight on your forearms
And the lanky bartender turned his back, whirling this way and that
You turned to me as if to speak
Did you feel that I was staring?
Here on your left admiring the curls and clumps in your hair
Night seaweed and rippling layers of shadow lines
I taste salt in the etch lines of my vaso
Forest of dripping and entangling vine
What if my fingers were entrapped in the spiral?
“A black Russian would be nice at this point in my night,” you said
Your eyes are the color of a Brazilian nut taken from the recesses of the Amazon
They are the round doors to a viscous memory
Rooted deeply in the warm soil of beginnings
They are oil paints of swirling earth and relucent night
“To read my eyes is to know me and I should like to know a dancer,”
“I think a Cossack dancer, pouring me that drink, warming me” you said.
I traced my eyes across your light olive skin
Down the dangling twisted vine plunged into imagination
Your hips and trembling flesh greeted the percussion
“Buy me the Russian that I ask for and let me warm my organs.”
The silky fringe lay in tatters across your abdomen
I am the breeze to enter the spaces of your transparent blouse
“Sir, bring her a black Russian would you?”
You circled your torso, pressing against the bar, swaying.
My hands trace the olive of your skin
Mahogany and honey, cello and silk
“The drink runs through me.”
Mixing, dipping, blossoming
The spaces of your silhouette in the swirling earth of a reluctant night.”
Stretched and faded into the jostled disstance
As I peered from glass to glass, olives and yellows
Pomegranate red, striped straws
Ice cubes swirling.
You leaned over the bar
Resting your weight on your forearms
And the lanky bartender turned his back, whirling this way and that
You turned to me as if to speak
Did you feel that I was staring?
Here on your left admiring the curls and clumps in your hair
Night seaweed and rippling layers of shadow lines
I taste salt in the etch lines of my vaso
Forest of dripping and entangling vine
What if my fingers were entrapped in the spiral?
“A black Russian would be nice at this point in my night,” you said
Your eyes are the color of a Brazilian nut taken from the recesses of the Amazon
They are the round doors to a viscous memory
Rooted deeply in the warm soil of beginnings
They are oil paints of swirling earth and relucent night
“To read my eyes is to know me and I should like to know a dancer,”
“I think a Cossack dancer, pouring me that drink, warming me” you said.
I traced my eyes across your light olive skin
Down the dangling twisted vine plunged into imagination
Your hips and trembling flesh greeted the percussion
“Buy me the Russian that I ask for and let me warm my organs.”
The silky fringe lay in tatters across your abdomen
I am the breeze to enter the spaces of your transparent blouse
“Sir, bring her a black Russian would you?”
You circled your torso, pressing against the bar, swaying.
My hands trace the olive of your skin
Mahogany and honey, cello and silk
“The drink runs through me.”
Mixing, dipping, blossoming
The spaces of your silhouette in the swirling earth of a reluctant night.”
Angel Princess of Passion
I really need...to learn the way of sitting still..yeah you might think of ants in my pants..
Angel Princess of Passion
Never Mind
Thoughts run wild, hands roam heated flesh
Muffled moans escape quivering lips
You have no idea what your body does to me
I shiver, shake and let go, explode as gold dust
Your passion pushes me to the very edge
The lines blur, the room spins
You are the light within my darkness
My soul weeping the sweet grief
Your smile is not for me, I feel it in your touch
Yet I thrive within the glow of your essence
Gasping as I feel your sweet embrace
I take all you give and claim it ..Mine…
Thoughts run wild, hands roam heated flesh
Muffled moans escape quivering lips
You have no idea what your body does to me
I shiver, shake and let go, explode as gold dust
Your passion pushes me to the very edge
The lines blur, the room spins
You are the light within my darkness
My soul weeping the sweet grief
Your smile is not for me, I feel it in your touch
Yet I thrive within the glow of your essence
Gasping as I feel your sweet embrace
I take all you give and claim it ..Mine…
