-Dedicated to all of the Tentadora's in this world-

Dancing With Gastón

Free flowing thought

was lack-there-of

when I was in his arms.

Verse

and

rhyme

were silenced.

I became Tentadora

dripping

and flowing from his skin

to mine

which was on fire

with a new bread

of longing.

In his hands

I was alive for the first time in years.

Tonight.

Alive

to what my sense's were created for.

What my hips were meant to do.

What my hands were meant to feel.

Free flowing existence

lifted

and

bended

against my thigh

when he came to me.

Twist me

corner me

I love this silence

this knowledge that I'm in his arms.

That my face

my smile

is reflected through his eyes.

This wonder

as to why

it has taken me so long to find this.

Free flowing thought

was lack-there-of

when I was in his arms.