Piel Canela

Skin like cinnamon,
Hair raven black.
Softly purring,
And arching her back.
Laying on sheets,
So sparkling white,
Writhing in ecstasy,
And her own delight.
My dusky sorceress,
I'm enchanted it seems,
Every night just past Midnight,
I love you in my dreams.

Don Juan Tenorio

poem by Don Juan Tenorio
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