Allen Lin - Bachatera

Congas beat and trumpets play
Searing notes as night forgets day
Eyes wander across the room
Bodies in motion and lust in bloom
From far away a silhoutte emerges
Tall, black dress, attention converges
She walks in and takes her seat
As men swoon and fall at her feet
Long perfect legs, white skin so light
Her brown eyes stare and take my sight
She stands up, dress clinging to a perfect waist
She is a scorpio angel of selective taste
I take her hand, she smiles, this is bliss
The world I would give for a soft, sweet, unending
Kiss.

Allen Lin

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