I have a dream, I’m not prepared to give up
I trust that you’ll lay all your love on me
I’m ready to go dance for my Fernando
Swing the tango for that’s the name of the game.
I trust that you’ll lay all your love on me
For darling, I’m your dear Dancing Queen
Swing the tango for that’s the name of the game.
And believe me, the winner takes it all.
For darling, I’m your dear Dancing Queen
We dance and thank you for the music,
And believe me, the winner takes it all.
So tell that Chiquita to stay away from me.
We dance and thank you for the music,
I’m ready to go dance for my Fernando
So tell that Chiquitita to stay away from me.
I have a dream, I’m not prepared to give up.
Songs from ABBA
I have a dream
Lay all your love on me
Fernando
The Name of the Game
Dancing Queen
The Winner takes it all
Thank you for the music
Chiquita
I'm Chuckling Chiquita and I'm come to say
The world is our oyster so swing and sway
Listen to the music
It's therapeutic
I'm a happy banana dancing life away
There was a lady from Montana
Who fell in love with a banana,
Which had such an appeal
She felt urged to reveal
They planned to elope to Havana.
She rented a seaside cabana
Nested between beach and savanna.
At a party she threw
Came a Chiquita new
And the new two flew to Montana.
Stripped of all pretenses
Naked as the light of day
Sensual, au natural look
Appealing in every way
~ Chiquita Banana, Ole!
I'm Chuckling Chiquita and I'm here to say
The world is your oyster so swing and sway
Listen to the music
It's therapeutic
I'm a happy banana dancing life away
Happy Birthday,
Chiquita Bonita,
you’re so rare ,
with your arms up high and a clap,
striking the castanets,
dancing in tempo striking the floor with flair.
You still have your true youth,
with a few gray hairs and not a care,
but still have the kids.
So a bouquet of Yellow Roses
for this girl that lives in Texas…
and a
Happy Birthday
before she’s making her getaway……
10/7/2016
Indonesian limelight,
Sweltering Catholic skies,
My burden floats with whimpering puppies.
I’m left with twin sisters inside a giant watermelon.
You never read my dreams like I wanted you to.
I never fit into your brain the way you’d like me to.
Now I wait forever under the strange spinning sun clocks,
While some mysterious justice wisps through the banana air,
Leaving me breathless, and pantless, in Tacoma.
Fui la ovejita negra
desde chiquita, eso me dijeron.
Todo comenzó cuando mis sueños
murieron.
Muchas veces por las noches
despertaba llorando, sufrí en
silencio y seguí callando.
Mi carita sucia para todos la que
la vieron guardaba secretos que
jamás se descubrieron.
Fui creciendo y mis complejos
también crecían y de tanto sufrir
quise hasta quitarme la vida pero
Dios todo poderoso no dejo que me sucediera.
Me enamore de la soledad, hasta
esclava de ella me hice; por conocer
tanta maldad a nadie se lo dije.
Dios me acompaño todos mis días y me
libro del mal que desde pequeña vivía,
él no abandona aquel que es devoto y
cura las heridas del corazón que esta roto.
Hay quien dice; ¿Con tantos dones porque
tanta desquicia? Esa pregunta solo la hace
aquel que por suerte nunca anduvo en mis
zapatos ni quiso entender jamás lo que hoy
en poesía relato.
how sweet the flow,
tween toe n toe,
when love does have its way,
remembered things of long ago,
when love flowed like the rain,
i know....it remains ...
beneath the surface flow...
thank you Chiquita "unveiled"
Don
My heart runs faster than elevated trains passing by.
It is all because this Spanish sweetheart has caught my eye.
As I walk past the rows of homes in Lower Kensington,
an attractive Hispanic girl has snared my attention.
With olive skin, and long hair as dark as a raven’s wing,
this sweet Chiquita is getting my heart ready to sing.
“A rose is growing in Spanish Harlem”, says Ben E. King.
However, I will stay in Philly to pursue this thing.
I know attractive women are found in a plethora.
There are so many to see here in Philadelphia.
This doll I have just found is now number one on my list.
She looks so sweet. I wonder if she has ever been kissed?
Tonight will be a night that you will never forget.
i promise in the morning there will be no regrets.
There are no words for what i have in store.
just tell me that you want me and i am all yours.
Tell me your fantasies and i will make them come true.
I promise not to hold back, i will give it all to you.
Tell me your sensual secrets, the ones you've never shared.
prepare for paradise because im gonna take you there.
Tell me sweet nothings, whisper them in my ears.
I will fill you with pleasures and bring you to tears.
Tell me how you like it,tell me what you want from me.
And i will take your body to sexual ecstasy.
Tell me your deepest desires, tell me your wildest dreams.
And i will turn all of your cravings into erotic reality.
:"> Chiquita (Chiamaka)Baity
If I tell you my deepest secret and open up to you
Would you do all the things that I ask you to do?
If I ask you to kiss me in my secret place
Would you wrap your arms around my hips, with an erotic embrace?
If I tell you that I yearn to feel you deep within
If I open my doors and welcomed you in
Could you take me to a place of endless ecstasy?
Could you feed my hunger, and satisfy my cravings
If I tell you that I want you to explore the unknown
Could you take me to places that I’ve never gone?
Could you find rest within me, fill me with delight
Would you make sweet love to me, for the rest of the night?
If I tell you that I want to taste your sweetness
If I bow down to you and greet you with a kiss
Could you journey with me, to heavenly bliss?
If I drink of your love, down to the last drop
If I caress you with my tongue, would you beg me to stop?
If I tell you that I have this burning desire
Would you smolder these flames, could you put out my fire ?
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity
The sun shines nigh and ice is pearled,
White clouds rest upon mountain peaks,
In this new and wondrous world
Winters winds gently kiss your cheeks,
Oceans filled with joy and splendid bliss
Gently flow far beyond the abyss
Chiquita Baity
Sponsor -john freeman
Contest Name- New Contest: Another, Nature Verse
Knowing you is by chance not planned
We've never met but it seems we've known each other all our lives
On poetry soup we fed on the same soup
Even though you're a cook you want my soup to taste the best
Sweet or not you always have good things to say
Now i'm cooking you this soup to show my appreciation
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity, you're a friend indeed.
Fear washed over us
Our hearts and time stood still
Peace had been stolen
Our souls cried out
Voices lifted in prayer
Protect this nation
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity
"Remembering 911" contest
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