Sultry poetry--Between the moon and those lips
Feel free to read us with a melody...
Between the moon and those lips
I feel the cadence of my song
Between the moon and those hips
I take my desires right into your hands
Mixing an equalizing your fears
come to you starting this rhythm within
staring at your eyes..oh so dear
Killing slowly my intentions that were mean...at first
I take you with me to my emotional center stage
measure up those hips again
guitar in hand, feeling my own rage
Not the slightest time to sigh in vain
echoes of times gone
pulse from my head down to my toes
enough of calling your mom
too late to think to jump from this boat
just get entangled in mesmerized desire
follow my own beat that can kill your sadness
wait a minute sweetheart, your eyes just started a fire
needless to say, we are heading into madness
Oh, sensations that curve toward the Moon and back to Earth
time and space that search for our lost place in our Universe
for that infinitesimal dosage that heads into your heart
colliding emotions with my own Machiavellian feats
This melody is making us think that there is more
this rhapsody is coming in pieces of shared times
this bullied reasoning keeps asking until it gets done
my sweetness, would you believe that this has been this long?
is 3 a.m. Christmas eve morning
you are still next to me listening to our wedding song
renewing bows with never ending hugs
You know me so well,you'll never catch me in the cold
Now why did we last for so long?
they keep asking us over and over
just play the revolving dating game
just like we met yesterday
imagination being pour from our Niagara fall
back in 88 this was our wedding song
full of beats that invite to dance
holding hands as we scape ourselves into oblivion
There you go sweetheart Peggy Sue
you just invented a new move
holding hands up stretched into a full moon
Kissing as we do a Hawaiian move
Wonderful body you still have...
moving and dancing smoothly and fast
we have made one more day of 'tracing maps'
locating the zones that can ignite the best of lucks
feeling myself the wolf of all times
can howl this late at night
making feel my woman
the need of his man
enough for today
recharged again to join you in Mars...
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