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Carnival
I dance on the edge of your madness
to the sound of thunderous tunes
days blending into nights
watching sun chase the moon
Endless music and dance
the festival of our dreams
Carnaval Ponceño
blasting the heartstrings
of whimsical notion
vibrating and quivering to my lust
eyes masked with enticement
shimmering with hues of beads
circling curved limbs, our laughter
drowned in sweet elixir
of passion.
Rolling in the delirium
of the scent
of salty sweat of sex, assaults
while memory taunts
Ayi lo maravilloso que se siente
pushed against the wall,
seduced
by ebony flesh
smeared on caramel,
hot dripping kisses, fingers
tracing my pelvic bones
tongue lashing
with hard stabs, attacking
pulsating with the beat of drums
exploding my thighs
with the daring night
Damelo Papi, lastimame!
Brand your fingerprints
on my hot burning flesh
quenching the thirst
of my silky desire,
vibrating and quivering
deeper
muffling my moans
in a hush
with your wet mouth
urging, coaxing for
surrender.
In the defiance maze
the chase, wanting
luring, alluring
the hunter and the prey.
But is it me, or is it you?
Dripping with passion
from lips
gyrating bodies
in synchronicity
I am your hostage
you are my captor
if just for a moment
lost in the heat of
this connection.
Suckling on ruby red buds
your face buried in mounds
a slave to this witchy woman
intoxicated with madness.
My suppressed fire
under your skin
melts the honey dripping
from my aching thighs
thick and heavy
against your heat and weight
longing to drown in the sweetness
of sinful disgrace.
Mmmm...pegame duro papi en las nargas
Fill me with your power
I want to feel pain and pleasure
in this demise
under watchful gaze of envy
on the filthy streets, strewn
with confetti and tattooed memories.
Ahogame con su lujuria!
While you lick the feral deviance
ordering me to masturbate
the way you'd take me
abused and licked
tearing my wet chocha
filing with milky seeds
reckless surrender
between clemency
Misericordia de ti mi amor
When it's over you'd be
just a memory, while I swing my hips
to the beat of the drum
the sex and lust
just a power of the rhythm
dance with me if you dare.
Only if you dare
to go over
the edge!
to the sound of thunderous tunes
days blending into nights
watching sun chase the moon
Endless music and dance
the festival of our dreams
Carnaval Ponceño
blasting the heartstrings
of whimsical notion
vibrating and quivering to my lust
eyes masked with enticement
shimmering with hues of beads
circling curved limbs, our laughter
drowned in sweet elixir
of passion.
Rolling in the delirium
of the scent
of salty sweat of sex, assaults
while memory taunts
Ayi lo maravilloso que se siente
pushed against the wall,
seduced
by ebony flesh
smeared on caramel,
hot dripping kisses, fingers
tracing my pelvic bones
tongue lashing
with hard stabs, attacking
pulsating with the beat of drums
exploding my thighs
with the daring night
Damelo Papi, lastimame!
Brand your fingerprints
on my hot burning flesh
quenching the thirst
of my silky desire,
vibrating and quivering
deeper
muffling my moans
in a hush
with your wet mouth
urging, coaxing for
surrender.
In the defiance maze
the chase, wanting
luring, alluring
the hunter and the prey.
But is it me, or is it you?
Dripping with passion
from lips
gyrating bodies
in synchronicity
I am your hostage
you are my captor
if just for a moment
lost in the heat of
this connection.
Suckling on ruby red buds
your face buried in mounds
a slave to this witchy woman
intoxicated with madness.
My suppressed fire
under your skin
melts the honey dripping
from my aching thighs
thick and heavy
against your heat and weight
longing to drown in the sweetness
of sinful disgrace.
Mmmm...pegame duro papi en las nargas
Fill me with your power
I want to feel pain and pleasure
in this demise
under watchful gaze of envy
on the filthy streets, strewn
with confetti and tattooed memories.
Ahogame con su lujuria!
While you lick the feral deviance
ordering me to masturbate
the way you'd take me
abused and licked
tearing my wet chocha
filing with milky seeds
reckless surrender
between clemency
Misericordia de ti mi amor
When it's over you'd be
just a memory, while I swing my hips
to the beat of the drum
the sex and lust
just a power of the rhythm
dance with me if you dare.
Only if you dare
to go over
the edge!
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