04-Se lo comió un tiburón-Ingles

by-Matthew F. Blowers III


She stands on the 
brink of a vortex,
on tiptoes she reaches
 for heavenly joy.
Gazing into his wanton 
eyes that pull,
her lips to wallow 
in splendor,
against the rapture
 of his kiss.
silk against 
sandpapered beard
two unique textures
that arouse

Eternity passes
in that small space,
time races in 
nervous ticks,
between possibility 
and realization,
as flesh moves 
to collide.
and when lips meet'
the smooth, 
blended heat
of tongues colliding
set fires to passions 
yet spent
 
Eyelids flutter,
closing in anticipation,
while her hopes
 like the fluff,
of dandelion ball trembling
quivers and then
 breaks free
in anticipation 
of flight into the
sensuous realms
found only in 
embraces

What magic is this,
what Gods decided that lips,
would form the quips,
of soft, warm, 
liquid expression,
blended into 
two silent voices,
communicating 
in two different tongues
speaking volumes 
of poetry
that are carried 
in our memories
for all of time.
a kiss is an  
unspoken agreement
between lovers
who desire
so much more

Buona fortuna (Acoustic)

Benji & Fede

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