Gypsy Kings - Amor Mio
In perfect symmetry
Her eyes danced
Like her voice
When she saw me
Rising
Falling
Sending sifting winds
To stoke passions fire
Her gentle grin
Always would end
Every line
Stopping just before
Just before the line
Then
With a mischievous rise
Leading my eyes
Back towards her
Longing to dance
Longing to caress
Her supple form
Wearing coy clothes
Consistently caught
In the balance of the reveal
What to show
And what to hide
In perfect symmetry
Her mind was aflame
Her spirit so strong
Yet
So gentle
So gentle
Her eyes sent
The sifting winds of night
Whispering soft seduction
In perfect symmetry
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