I dream of gorgeous Rouxinol singing a song of heart pounding love
Shaking her luscious tail feathers at various times to accentuate the beat
Her melodies, paced energetically like a goddess of the Carnival
My mind, traveling to that tropical place…home of the sweet song bird
Frolicking near the sea, the slightest scent of strawberries, she exhales toward me
I imagine Rouxinol's tanned softness joyfully content and free
Colorful passion draped across her soft curves, red, pink, green, gold and blue
Vibrant contrast to the lush tropical foliage and gentle turquoise waves spraying sea salt by air
At night prances here and there…weaving in and out of conversations without care
Pecking at peanuts, flirts…then flies away
While flashing a captivating smile or laugh, a playful wink and she waves
Always singing, humming lyrically, mystically, intelligently
In many languages that flow like the rains
Catch her eye, Rouxinol will brush closely by, giving a hint of her exotic perfume,
She sings of future, past and present perfect…the land I am destined to.
By Howard "Sergio" Tucker (c) 3/15/2011
She moves me in a way I haven't understood
Slowly marinating time, moving past the sexy smoke screen to her inner beauty
To the core of her being, that's what makes her so attractive beyond what my perceptions may be
Of course, so alluring with feminine contours that speak volumes on the love she brings
Deep with sensuality and blowing me kisses with her eyes
Wisps of hair that casts carless shadows on her face, swept with a practiced hand
Lips lightly pressed, smoothly caressing the coffee cup as though it was lost love, yes I do hope so
Fingers supple yet strong enough to rake my back from tenderness to primal ecstasy
Holding my attention even in this crowed place, none other matters, the waiter pissed 'cause we haven't taken the menu
Looking like we own the place, casually positioned and intense on our conversation
No one knows I can't figure out what time it is, nor hear the back ground noise
Just her voice transcending the scene giving me pause to reflect on each syllable to hold onto like a life preserver in a sea of mediocrity
Like floating against the tide of those who came before, she's not shallow or self absorbed
Never asked how much or how long or where it came from or how does it fit
Her confidence doesn't need me to add anything other than the simple truth
Stay in her world, not press, not insist, let it unfold, delighted in the journey, 'cause there is the joy
Got to watch her heals though, sharp , could cut both ways
Dangerous she is 'cause I know passion can turn to fury in a heartbeat
That too is a challenge I take gladly as man who is engaged, enthralled and entwined
To stay a step ahead and one to the side cause throwing curves is her game.
Mission: time
Mission: position
Mission: her's and mine
By Howard "Sergio" Tucker (c) 2/1/2011
