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Suite Sies-Sies-Siete
Sevilla – Sabado en España.
A siesta from the stress and slave labour
of the business and boss back home.
Salsa, sensational, sweeping the bar.
A saucy smile from a seductive señorita,
a sylph, a siren, a mysterious sphinx.
Spiralling loss of sanity.
A breathless secret whispered in suspense,
insatiable lust, a sheer sheen of sweat.
Sorceress. Satanic. Sweet Suicide.
Taken by lead to her sumptuous sanctuary,
a sequin gown slipping and soft silk sheets.
Silence – Sunday in Seville.
A note scribbled and sudden disappearance.
Shadows cast upon the wall.
¿Apenas un sueño?
Suite Seis-Sies-Siete.
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