the rhythm of a bottle of sparkling hot pink, with
love the engine of a mile a minute,
with the burning heat of the boiler of your kisses
and a withering look of any appetite ...
Between the sheets of my bedroom naked
finally reach the top touches the climax of what
feeling that calls from
times of prehistoric caves.
lutes sung by the Greek goddesses!
That troubadours sing of minstrelsy mester!
neighboring That hit my plasterboard
feeling the earthquake of love, passion and lust!
And finally, after the cigarette puffs
"for later" ... will gather, unite,
founded our bodies in one
entire orchestra, to whisper in his ear
so sure: " perdámonos in my sheets,
and forget the time, the world ... and all .
(c) Isidro R. Ayestarán, from 2008 to 2011
in photography, with Bobby
promotional image for
CABARET BOHEMIAN
Release April 6
in photography, with Bobby
promotional image for
CABARET BOHEMIAN
Release April 6
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