Sensuavity

Your lips are sensual
Like a red apple mist
Crouching on a wild
Sound of old style twist

Your eyes are so blue
That they look like earth
Dolphins flying through
Clouds of crystal meth

What about your skin?
Sweet like jalapenos
So dark and so thin
Tasting like cilantro

Your hair is a mess
Curly as a snake
Holding on your stress
Dark as meant to make

Your legs are pillars
Roughly unbalanced
Don't call me liar
'Cause they are your chance

Your butt is a hill
That I'm keen to climb
Snowy like the thrill
Of a dark blue mind

Your hands are shaking
On the old rythm
Of the loud dancing
In days of anarchism

As a conclusion
We mention your soul
Like an illusion
Releasing the fool

Let me hold your heart
In my lazy hands
Loving is an art
That has many ends

10/10/2014