Caliente
I will die intoxicated
by the poison of sweet lies
falling from your cheating lips...
ah...
how well they lie...
when they touch me whispering
and drink me slowly
stirring storms
on my warm and quiet shores, mi amor
nights turn into days
days grow longer and golden
encounters are pampered on exotic beaches
in realms reached only by boat
women with breasts burned by endless summers
wink at you
sipping colorful margaritas
seagulls break the mirrored surface
with hungry beaks and sharp screams
samba rumba bachata merengue
ay ay ay Latin American fiesta
round hips sway under hot hands
corazones salvajes smolder in copper-colored chests
and your lips keep lying to me
etching hot petals on my thighs
awakened from the tropical drowsiness
(hanging from the crescent moon
and baptizing the verse with tequila
a mariachi prays endearingly
Dios mio
give me days to die
and nights to rise again
una y otra vez)
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