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The Human Race

She asked me, with a
Chirpy smile if I was going to
Get the latest mobile phone, not
Unlike the rest of them enquiring of
Other material goals and milestones
That signify a successful life.

Or do they?

Don’t get me wrong, there’s
Nothing wrong with seeking still
Greater gratifications, for
Life is already such a tedious chore
That surely a little indulgence –
Perhaps two – would lend meaning.

Or do they?

I tarried to explain that I already
Own the greatest treasure
One could ever have –
A soul unshackled by carrots of
The human race, living by its calling
Past the end of human days

So I just smiled and replied that
I have not that need, and pray one
Day, that their burdens be light
And their yoke easy.

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The Bachata – Part Three

As the music began, she drew him in, feeling his breath on her cheek.

“Come closer a little.”

His hand was travelling down her body, coming to rest at the small concave low at her back. She gasped at the sensation of his fingers on her skin; it brought back memories from so long ago that she thought she had left behind.

And as they danced, each move was a step back in time, each gaze a stronger stirring in their souls, and each turn closer to sweet destruction.

That dance filled the whole room, so much that everything had to melt away. All she could hear was the poignant beauty of the song in her blood; all she could feel were his hands on her skin and his breath on her lips.

He had that look in his eyes, that same desirous look of fever and wild that she remembered. The rhythm was pounding in her ears now, and all she knew was how perfectly their movements connected her to him and him her.

It was as if they had never parted, and the bachata plays, timeless.

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The Bachata – Part Two

She stood before him and he caught the scent of her perfume in her hair. Leaning in with his lips close at her ear, he spoke in a low voice.

“Do you know that you are the most beautiful here?”

“What do you mean?”

She could feel her face flushing and his intent gaze on her.

“Simply that you are the most interesting, elegant and beautiful woman.”

“Do you want to dance with me now?”

Before she could answer, he had taken her hand in his and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Still blushing, she draped hers around his neck. An upbeat percussion rhythm began and the musicians took the cue.

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Deja Vu: Translated

Heard this by chance and was immediately smitten, so
Here’s the English sing-able true-to-meaning translation.
(Well, as far as possible. ;))

Like a fresh lemon tequila
With a dash of salt you flavour
Same old wounds, the same old song
Well, it’s the same old story
Like the way you would have told me
Déjà vu, an endless song
(Tú me abriste las heridas que ya daba por curadas
Con limón, tequila y sal
Una historia repetida
Solamente un déjà vu que nunca llega a su final)

Oh, I’m better solo
To forget your eyes, your touch and let you go
Oh, I’d dance alone
To forget that we had ever had it all
This bachata, hipocresía total
(Mejor me quedo solo
Y me olvido de tus cosas, de tus ojos
Mejor esquivo el polvo
No quiero caer de nuevo en esa foto
De locura, hipocresía total)

I’ll never love anymore
Leave, turn and tango
One last dance now from me with just a song
I’ll never love anymore
Like our bachata
Just a last dance for me in a song
Don’t say you love me anymore
I won’t speak of love
Won’t speak of love anymore
No, won’t speak of your love no more
(¿Quién puede hablar del amor y defenderlo?
Que levante la mano por favor
¿Quién puede hablar del dolor y pagar la fianza?
Pa’ que salga de mi corazón
Si alguien va a hablar del amor
Te lo aseguro, esa no voy a ser yo
No, esa no voy a ser yo)

It’s her idea, rewind and then play
To cajole and tease, she then sways
And my mind and soul restir
Well, it’s the same old story
Like the way you would have told me
Déjà vu, an endless song
(Esta idea recurrente
Quiere jugar con mi mente pa’ volverme a engatusar
Una historia repetida
Solamente un déjà vu que nunca llega a su final)

And oh, I’d stay alone
To forget your eyes, your touch and let you go
Oh, I’d dance alone
To forget that we had ever had it all
This bachata, de hipocresía total
(Mejor me quedo sola
Y me olvido de tus cosas, de tus ojos
Mejor esquivo el polvo
No quiero caer de nuevo en esa foto
De locura, de hipocresía total)

I’ll never love anymore
Leave, turn and tango
One last dance from me with just a song
I’ll never love anymore
Like our bachata
Just a last dance for me in a song
Don’t say you love me anymore
I won’t speak of love
Won’t speak of love anymore
(¿Quién puede hablar del amor y defenderlo?
Levante la mano por favor
¿Quién puede hablar del dolor y pagar la fianza?
Pa’ que salga de mi corazón
Si alguien va a hablar del amor
Te lo aseguro, esa no voy a ser yo)

I’ll never love anymore
Leave, turn and tango
One last dance now from me with just a song
I’ll never love anymore
Like our bachata
Just a last dance for me in a song
Don’t say you love me anymore
I won’t speak of love
Won’t speak of love anymore
Won’t speak of your love no more
(¿Quién puede hablar del amor y defenderlo?
Que levante la mano por favor
¿Quién puede hablar del dolor y pagar la fianza?
Pa’ que salga de mi corazón
Si alguien va a hablar del amor
Te lo aseguro esa no voy a ser yo
Esa no voy a ser yo)

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Daily Prompt: Harmony

Harmony is attained
Through overcoming dissonance
That finding the right chords
Prove an occasional challenge
Yet pursue them well for
Melodious perfection.

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A Hit!

I would be words to
The melody of you and
We could be a hit!

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The Climax

“I would love to watch you pleasured while pleasuring me.”

“I would start slow and build it up more and harder.”

“Make me moan with sheer pleasure at the highest point.”

“You are a bad bad girl, but I will show you my best performance.”

“Tell me all your deep dark dirty fantasies about it all.”

“I will. My music never stops.”

When writer and musician spar innuendoes. 😉

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