The artichokes rose pedals weighty with meatNeeded to be peeled away from her body
The fingernails struck the tap plate of the flamenco guitar
Her crucifix hung between breasts draped in red cloth
She kicked up the hem of her red skirt
Her red shoes echoed of hammered wood
The guitars rasquedo strum fired her passions
I could feel pedals pulling away the exterior of her heart
With an impassioned demand of her castanets
She made clear she was offering her pristine soul
I inhaled deeply of her rose fragrance
To squelch the fire I needed another glass of Cabernet
Meu querido, suas palavras tem emoção , eu adorei.
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