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| Spanish Eyes The sparkle in them made me think of fizzles in a drink. The light reflecting off them, like bubbles in Ginger Ale. My senorita decked in lace softly stirred my heart.. Her black eyes filled with mystique, charming any male. The full flowing skirt billowed as she danced. Hand held high as she clicked the castanets. Low cut and daring her bodice drew my gaze. The man that watches this black-eyed beauty never will forget. Tequila ran the room in freedom as bottles held the worm. Black beer the choice of some as bottles hit the wall. Buckets of paint awaited for the lancing of the bull. They can have their bullfights, I�ll take the belle of the ball. She drew her slender fingers around my muscled neck. She had me in her grasp all that waited was the snap. Tantalizing oh so well as she teased and taunted me. I was in her power and stepped willing in her trap. My mind fogged with liquor the room spun around. Lights dimmed and darkness came on a sawdust floor. My last recollection was her silly smiling grin. Morning light blinding but I saw her in the door. Hand on hip and one up high she leaned on the jam. She never lost that sparkle or the silly looking grin. Meandering in her special way hips so provocative. She propped my head and poured the liquid in. Spit sputter and choke as my head began to burst. Still I heard her laughter above the searing pain. The sweet bliss of slumber is all that saved my life. Sometime during the week I woke up again. I smelled the preparations and the fire in the air. Then I heard the cursing and I heard the clanging pans. The distraught look changed to smiles entering the room. A loosely wrapped tortilla she fed me with gentle hands. My belly full she snatched the blanket exposing nakedness. A warm wet rag she bathed me as I looked at her in awe. She stared me in the eyes as she continued with her chore. Of all the lovely women known her beauty beat them all. With fingertips she teased me dragging nails behind. Her hands on my chest she knelt to kiss my lips. My arms enfolded her body then gently slipped her blouse. My breath was stolen as her skirt unveiled her hips. Of all the times she�s done this each one is like the first. Now her smile disappeared and love took its place. Ecstasy within my grasp I took full advantage. Nothings more enjoyable than my wife in my embrace. The Masked Writer. <o.-> <-.-> � 2002 T Lovett |