As the tenderness
\nof my once thriving heart
\ndrowns in an arid abyss of reason
\nhere you come singing \u2013
\nsinging your songs of love
\nsongs of unbridled passion
\nsongs like the songs of my Muse
\nsongs soaring above sorrow
\nstimulating surreal sensations
\nswaying sweet serenades in my spirit
\nawakening a dormant passion
\nsinging your Spanish lullaby
\nserene as a Nightingale\u2019s whisper
\nplanting your song in my soul
\noh blossomed Gardenia
\nyou\u2019re an illusion beyond my grasp
\nI know it
\nand yet I open my heart and soak you in
\nyour fertile song seeps inside
\ninspiring soft smiles where once I frowned<\/p>\n
I\u2019m seduced by the sound of your song
\nseduced by your songs of desire
\nsongs of awakened dreams blooming like Orchid
\npetals on sunshine smiles
\nsongs of harmonious purity like Night\u2019s shade
\nshielding two bodies as one
\nsongs of carnal lust tempting Temptation\u2019s weakness
\nfor sacramental sexual yearning
\nsongs of bodies entwining on Hispa\u00f1ola\u2019s <\/i>northern shore
\nas Dawn rainbows her sunrise on bare flesh and love
\nsongs of lips on lips caressing creamy saliva and rousing
\nsublime emotional heart palpitations
\nsongs of untamed fantasies regressing past a child-like
\ninnocence toward nascent experience
\nsongs of penetrating rapture transcending senses
\nbeyond ecstacy\u2019s embrace
\nsongs that sing the pleasure of sensual salvation
\nand surge toward eternal devotion<\/p>\n
for you sacred singer,
\nsinging me sacred songs,
\nI sing you my song
\nI contemplate
\nI want more
\nmore yearning and burning
\nmore painful pleasure
\nmore and more singing,
\nso never stop singing
\nnever stop loving
\nnever stop lusting for words,
\nfor more words and songs
\nand poetic beauty
\nay se\u00f1orita de canto<\/i>
\nkeep singing me past the great beyond
\nas your verse sweeps me along its infinite wake
\nI follow like a humbled child
\nI swallow the sound of your voice
\nI sink deep in the serenity of your loving embrace
\noh singer of these amorous songs
\nif your soft lips taste sweet like your song
\nI might just surrender
\nI might just be sold as your slave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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