|  | | Nicaragua Poem | | | | | A Reflection by Cory Morningstar.
Nicaragua
If you come to Nicaragua beware…
Be prepared to be enveloped in a sensual embrace spiced of hibiscus, cloves & cinnamon.
She is powerful & strong.
Her strength will be your weakness.
Be prepared to let go of all your inhibitions.
Your blood will pump Sandanista red.
Hot.
Fast.
Do you feel her heart pounding…
Do you feel it…
It will spill through your body like the lava she draws her strength from.
As she touches you beware…
Inhale deeply…
Close your eyes.
Arch your back to her.
Give yourself freely.
Feel her tongue on your neck.
Her sweet kisses on the inside of your thighs.
Trembling.
Feel her touch caressing the curve of your waist.
Do you feel it...
Feel her soft lips blow wet cool breeze as you pour cold water over your naked body so beautiful.
Feel her bite.
Feel her body embrace yours…
Do you feel it…
Feel her soft wet mud like honey between your toes.
Close your eyes & she is there.
Rolling mountains.
Virgin forests.
Green.
Lush.
Beautiful.
Wet.
Taste her.
Taste her in the sweet, ripe papaya… wet & sweet on your lips.
Taste her in the cacao… sweet like candy dancing on your tongue.
Taunting.
Teasing.
Beckoning.
Taste her in the drink as it warms your belly.
Close your eyes & feel the laughter of her people as the rain touches ever so gently on your face.
Touch her through the smiles of her people whose relentless spirits cannot be broken.
Feel her battered roads beneath you.
Close your eyes & return to her.
Eyes of gold flecked brown.
Eyes of deep blue sky.
Feel her dust on your face.
Soft like a lover’s touch.
Give in to her.
You have no choice.
Give yourself freely.
Pull her deep inside your body.
She will take you to new heights unbeknownst to you.
Let your body be covered in her sweat.
Hot.
Sweet.
Taste her on your tongue.
Do you feel it...
But beware…
Once you taste her you can never leave her.
She will hold you down as she poisons you with her love.
She is intoxicating.
She is what you always wanted to be.
She is what you never knew you were.
She lives within you.
She will always leave you wanting more.
Longing for her touch.
Aching.
Agonizing.
She will haunt you in your dreams.
Do you feel it…
I will never leave her.
I am a prisoner of her love.
I must surrender to her.
Nicaragua.
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