Hay Cosquillas Que No Dan Risa

Sharpened the tip of the dart
The blowgun is fired
And there's no need to think about it so much
The heart is already bleeding
And forming a puddle
In the gourd of my hands
Which, in turn, is sweating
Smiling and mysterious
It seems like it's raining inside you
Drops, drops, drops, and more drops

You overflow, Amazonian
So much gold and I'm a gold digger
And I see you and desire you
I run my finger across the roof of my mouth
My palate itches
Saliva is coming out...

There are tickles that aren't funny
And you attract me
Like a magnet to metal
Food to hunger
Dung to flies
One thing to another

Apologies in advance for impetuous caresses
It's just that as a child I never had a pet
And with you, I'm going to discover them
Tonight is the date
I'm going out with you
Despite the heat, I'm shivering
I bite my nails, put on my coat
At what speed will the cyclone spin
And when will we dance
To the greatest hits of Los Angeles Negros
If you start singing to me
In the seven octaves of Ima Zumac
Five bottles, five bottles
Five bottles, the glass shatters
We almost fall, at least I think so
And my intention is the best, but I digress
I'm embarrassed, I almost spell out
What I want
Give me a K - I - S - S

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