Conquistador

Running down
A sea-wet shore
Warm smile
That speaks of
More

Eyes beguile
Warm embrace
Breathless race
To touch that face

Syrup-sweet
Scented air
Burgeoning blossom
Sensual siesta
Heart beats loud
At the fiery fiesta

Then

Smokey silence-filled
Regret
And fiesta
No more

Alone on the sand
She stands
And grieves
For her
Conquistador