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By sweetness Date: 2001 Dec 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.09.17.33.6370]] |
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Puerto Rican moon dripping light sultry heat emanting from the sidewalks spicy music wraps itself around our limbs powerless we move to an ancient rhythm that has flowered passions older than ours. I feel ripe and lush and full in your eyes in mine you are smooth, dark perfection and your lips over mine a sweet, sweet wine. Oh, that this tingle of anticipation could carry us through our lives but passion must be satisfied and soon, we will know all that we wonder about tonight. |