“I taste you in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba that melts as slowly as your kisses in my mouth – your eyes that explode in sunlight, your humid, fluid voice the soft, oceanic touch of your fingertips.” Pablo NerudaBear StepGarcia LorcaTropical PoetryIsland FlirtationUn Beso De Fuego Book:Island Flirtations Source: Island Flirtations