A Spanish night in

flamenco guitar strums
a 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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countryfog
Outstanding Mick . . . your words and images have all the sensuality and sexuality, the building of passion to a "crescendo of hips on hips" climax, of flamenco. The poem and the musical inspiration are both very evocative of hot-blooded lovers and a warm Spanish night.
2015-09-26



That's a pretty exciting night. Mick. :)
You paint quite a vision
Ashe
2015-09-26