Caliente

I will die intoxicated by the poison of sweet lies falling from your cheating lips... ah... how well they lie... when they touch me whispering and drink me slowly stirring storms on my warm and quiet shores, mi amor nights turn into days days grow longer and golden encounters are pampered on exotic beaches in realms reached only by boat women with breasts burned by endless summers wink at you sipping colorful margaritas seagulls break the mirrored surface with hungry beaks and sharp screams samba rumba bachata merengue ay ay ay Latin American fiesta round hips sway under hot hands corazones salvajes smolder in copper-colored chests and your lips keep lying to me etching hot petals on my thighs awakened from the tropical drowsiness (hanging from the crescent moon and baptizing the verse with tequila a mariachi prays endearingly Dios mio give me days to die and nights to rise again una y otra vez)