between wrinkled sheets
and a week in september,
her voice swims through my dreams,
a misty fusion of exotic blues,
samba and a tropical breeze
from rio;
smitten by the melody,
dripping promises of ****** delights,
lazy days and long steamy nights,
I plunged in,
arms of impulse,
***** of steel,
eager for a spin
on her heavenly wheels;
and my head's been spinning
ever since,
stuck in a vortex
of blissful regret,
memories I'll never forget,
of that tropical breeze
from rio..
~ P (#PabloATBFR)
(8/17/2013)
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
between wrinkled sheets
and a week in september,
her voice swims through my dreams,
a misty fusion of exotic blues,
samba and a tropical breeze
from rio;
smitten by the melody,
dripping promises of ****** delights,
lazy days and long steamy nights,
I plunged in,
arms of impulse,
***** of steel,
eager for a spin
on her heavenly wheels;
and my head's been spinning
ever since,
stuck in a vortex
of blissful regret,
memories I'll never forget,
of that tropical breeze
from rio..
~ P (#PabloATBFR)
(8/17/2013)
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