So it is every Saturday

Gipsy Kings Caminando por la calle

Pursed lips press
So it is every Saturday
At the Mercado
in San Antonio
She shops
While
The sent of flowers
Splash paint
On the canvass of her experience
Her smile
Washes the dust
from all who see
But mostly you
As she
Leaning forward
Lips pucker begun
Danger to be dodged
Or a prize to be won
As she walked
Softly sashay down
Gently bouncing hips dance
While eyes are drawn
Back to the laughing lips with
The challenge of their heated cry
Draw life from my succulence
And be willing
To be consumed
If only
To be born again
And so you dare to try
And so in glory die
Only to be born again
You pull
Her
Towards
You
Shoulders soft supple

Smile

Radiating heat

The pico that repays
In small bites
For yours 

You pull back to become lost
in the beauty of her eyes
As her pursed lips press
So it is every Saturday