Poema De Amor
She is of such Spanish beauty
fire in the sky to the west
her loveliness triumphs over the sun
sun setting sphere in her setting...
She the orb of fertile fire
glowing warmth of belleza
a dream of amor in green field
to the blue of the mountains...
When we make love
it is on a bed of cedar
upon a very special mattress
O what the earth swallows!
When me make amor
do we consult the clock?
time is of no matter
time lost is worth any treasure...
When we make love
rosy and fresh are her lips
she kisses and quenches my thirst
I could drink her whole soul!
O mi amor I am sick for you
there is no hope for a cure
I thirst for your amor loco
for you are my source of spring water...
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