Bamboleo

Gipsy Kings: Bamboleo

Sonrisa torcida Detrás de los ojos risueños Ella supo Qué Ella quería

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Labios frunciendo Pulsando En la guardia De la luz media Salvación Ofrecido por la luna

Como Ella se mueve Pulsando Anhelo Conducción Calor del edificio Mientras Orejeras plateadas flash Debajo La gloriosa cascada Ondulación del cabello a través de hombros Broncearse Orgulloso Han llevado a cabo El peso El mundo Todavía La risa Todo el rato Ella sonríe Caderas Así que svelt Movimiento Hacia Ese Para cual Ella bailará Seducir Con el movimiento Rythmic Implacable En adoquines Piataza Doblando en las curvas Siempre flexionando En las curvas Suave Lento Confidente Legumbres Empujando hacia Gol De su deseo Mientras la sonrisa Muy torcido Tan perfecto Corsé Sobre descarado Labios Anhelo Congelado Para el toque De vida Balia yo Ellos lloran Sus piernas Caderas Pechos Cara Ojos Riendo Llorar solo Balia yo Balie me Mientras estás en las sombras Ella anhelaba el toque Consumidor Buring Furioso Muévete conmigo Encuentrame Dibuja de mi La quema edificio Calor Anhelo

Balia yo Balie me

Balie me

Crooked smile
Behind laughing eyes
She knew
What
She wanted

To say
In the play

Lips pursing
Pulsing
In the guard
Of the halflight
Salvation
Offered by the moon

As
She moves
Pulsing
Longing
Driving
Building heat

While
Silver ear rings flash
Beneath
The glorious cascade
Hair billowing
across shoulders
Tan
Proud
They have held
The weight
The world
Yet

The laugh

All the while

She smiles

Hips
So svelt
Move
Towards
That
For which
She will dance
Seduce
With the move
Rythmic
Unrelenting
In cobblestones
Piataza
Bending at the curves

Always bending
At the curves
Soft
Slow
Confident
Pulse
Pushing towards
Goal
Of her desire

While the smile
So crooked
So perfect
Stays
Upon brazen
Lips
Longing
Frozen
For the touch

Of life

Balia me
They Cry

Her legs
Hips
Breasts
Face
Eyes
Laughing
Cry only

Balia yo

Balie me

While in the shadows
She longed for the touch
Consuming
Buring
Furious

Move with me
Find me
Draw from me
The burning
Building
Heat
Longing

Balia yo

Balia me

Balia me

The moment

Rihanna - We Found Love ft. Calvin Harris

Hopeless
Means nothing
There is always hope

Her greeting
The soft part of her letgs
Never went unobserved

Or the soft draw along the spine
Of the book
Coinciding with the bite of her lip

The moment burning
Would remain
As she stood
As she waited
As she longed

For him

Contact

She waited
Leaning against
His car
Waiting only
For the invite in

She didn't know
How he longed

For the touch
The caress
Enveloping
To draw
Her
To him

The press
The pull
To be lost
In his kiss
As his burning
Longed

For her

Perhaps for a moment
Sacred
His longing
To devour
Envelop
Her

If only for a moment
Stolen

To match
Heat
For
Heat
Burning

In completion
Ecstasy
If she would
Move
Beyond
For a moment

A moment
Eternal

What else

The Rolling Stones Heaven (Nicolas Rada Unofficial Remix)

The one
So precious
Gentle
Body press
Against mine

Twilitght gone
The moment
For one
To move
His hand longs
To press
The softness of her neck
Close
Ever so

Ever so

Pull close
Her
To
Him

Her burning heat
Could be disguised
for a moent
in the shifting char

None but Her could know
Woul
In her silent rub
Ever so

building higher

Her laugh
Her grin
Foreer hiding
The heat within

In the laugh
half smoke
Half laugher
As the press
Draws
Hard
From the
Soft
Pressing
Reisistance
Against
Her longing
Onslaught

The gods
Wait
To delight
In the
Supple feel
Upper thighs
So soft
So drawing
Longing
To feel his touch
In the interval

Of kisses
So light
So hot
Burning trace
Up
While she
Exteds
Further
A little
Lost
Drunk
In heer desire

Her hands
Trace from her belly
Up
Towards
The heaven
She always knew

If only for a moment

While his press
Ushered her
Toward
The Heaven
She had only dreamed of

Had only felt of

If only for a moment

Touching spread
Pusing nerves
Drew
Him
Where she unged
Where she felt
The death
If only for a moment
To live

To die

In his arms
For a moment

Fleeting

Made all of it
Worth it
For in his burning touch

She had reached heaven

In the trace of his kiss

She had entered

Paradise

Heaven

The Rolling Stones Heaven (Nicolas Rada Unofficial Remix)

The one
So precious
Gentle
Body press
Against mine

Twilitght gone
The moment
For one
To move
His hand longs
To press
The softness of her neck
Close
Ever so

Ever so

Pull close
Her
To
Him

Her burning heat
Could be disguised
for a moent
in the shifting char

None but Her could know
Would know

In her silent rub
Ever so

building higher

Her laugh
Her grin
Foreer hiding
The heat within

In the laugh
half smoke
Half laugher
As the press
Draws
Hard
From the
Soft
Pressing
Reisistance
Against
Her longing
Onslaught

The gods
Wait
To delight
In the
Supple feel
Upper thighs
So soft
So drawing
Longing
To feel his touch
In the interval

Of kisses
So light
So hot
Burning trace
Up
While she
Extends
Further
A little
Lost
Drunk
Desire

Her hands
Trace from her belly
Up
Towards
The heaven
She always knew

If only for a moment

While his press
Ushered her
Toward
The Heaven
She had only dreamed of

Had only felt of

If only for a moment

Touching spread
Pulsing nerves
Drew
Him
Where she hungered
Where she felt
The death
If only for a moment
To live

To die

In his arms
For a moment

Fleeting

Made all of it
Worth it
For in his burning touch

She had reached heaven

In the trace of his kiss

She had entered

Paradise

Sometimes

Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes (Secret World Live)

He
Would drive
So far
Headlights illuminating
nothing
With each pass
Only darkness created
Poured out while

Passing
The road
A cement
Mississippi
Caressing movement
Forever forward
Forever distant
While memorials
Pass
As silent sententials
On the side
Moments
Transformative
The burning slide
The moments death
Bursting with life
The touch
The caress

As they

Slide
By sight
While memory
The wolf
Rises
Bites
Strains
At the constraints
Placed
Against
The world
So far distant
From the world
Of hope
He looks
Only to find
Her eyes
The gentle tempest
Recognizing
Accepting
Longing
Before
The clouding
She knew
But could not submit
She would remain
The flotsam
Tossed dead
By the rivers bed
Side
To be lost in the foam
Yet
She billows
Rises
With
the froth
Clings to life
Longing
Waiting
For the one
To find her discarded
driftwood soul
And caress
While he
Waited
For the slightest movement
Any movement towards
Any
Waiting in a stasis
Devastating
While she waited in her
Frothing
Devastation
She bought
With the price of her soul
Salud!

I get so lost sometimes
So it goes