A Spanish night in
flamenco guitar strumsa flickering candle lit ceiling
empty red wine glass
turner halfware shag aroma fills the air
time to get naked
feel the strumming
higher and higher
sighs and finger nail dancing
up and down the spine
kiss the Spanish lips
rigid legs twitch to the beat
flamenco guitar strums
rhythm
rhythm
maracas
rhythm
maracas
a crescendo of hips on hips
flamenco guitar strums
Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-09-25 at 22:16
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