03-27-2013, 05:00 PM
He sits aside while lovers dance
The man with the Spanish guitar.
His blood aroused by a familiar embrace
Toque gitano o flamenco.
He’s traced her spine and held her curves
The nuance of his lover.
She springs to life in his embrace
Delighted by his prowess.
The dancers stir like tangled buganvilia
In a fragrant summer breeze,
An exuberant bouquet
Of twirling skirts and smiling red lips
Which he bestows upon his lover.
Hands must clap
Heels must tap
Legs must dance
His passion grows only stronger.
The man with the Spanish guitar.
The man with the Spanish guitar.
His blood aroused by a familiar embrace
Toque gitano o flamenco.
He’s traced her spine and held her curves
The nuance of his lover.
She springs to life in his embrace
Delighted by his prowess.
The dancers stir like tangled buganvilia
In a fragrant summer breeze,
An exuberant bouquet
Of twirling skirts and smiling red lips
Which he bestows upon his lover.
Hands must clap
Heels must tap
Legs must dance
His passion grows only stronger.
The man with the Spanish guitar.