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
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