The casual caliente nature that is evoked by the sounds of a Spanish guitar
Feeling the soft, sticky hot breeze.
A lick of my salty smooth skin.
My hips move to the music,
the way the leaves sway gently in the wind.
I glisten, I glow.
A warmth, a devilish nature.
I’ve always had this thing inside me;
burning passion ready to escape.
The sun shines down on me
heating up my body
reminding me of the ardor of the day.
The evening moon creeps in slowly
basking me in luminous light
casting devious shadows.
I am both contained and unrestrained
painfully self-contained
begging to break free.
pretty words for wicked girls 