Poetry (Ao Vivo)

How does it feel How does it feel How does it feel How does it feel, feel, how How does it feel To let me love you baby (How does it feel) When I lay you down (How does it feel) To let me put it on you, sugar (How does it feel, feel, now) How does it feel To let me love you baby (How does it feel) When I lay you down (How does it feel) To let me put it on you, sugar (How does it feel, feel, now) How does it feel To let me love you, baby How does it feel When I lay you down How does it feel To put it on you, sugar How does it feel, feel, now Because this is a song about love How does it feel Said it's a song about love How does it feel This is a song about love How does it feel This is a song about love How does it feel Listen My ghetto butterfly flew away from me I wait patiently, by windows and doorsteps Play, make believe, as my tears, poor chest Won't succeed to breathe, if not to hear of you Ooh, surely there has never been a shade so blue A stank attitude, so not mad at you Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude Of my love for you No space and time compatible What do I have to do? What do I have to do? Uh, my friends say I got it bad for you I do. But there's nothing in this world I'd rather do, humm But you I want to make love to your existence Drenched in colors of your energy Then masturbate, to the memories I wanna lose myself inside yourself Until you find me. Confine me To the freedom of your prison Exist in the same space, same time Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect Reflect, and watch your light passion walk my neck Caress the sights of your presence with no question Undress to the nakedness of love, pure love I want to make love to my soulmate, my soulmate Make love to my soulmate, my soulmate Make love to my soulmate I hope y'all know what I'm talking about I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate Kind of like writing poetry till climax Till the point and place where our space and time match And we cross divine paths, tell me would you like that Now would you like that, tell me would you like that And would you like that, tell me would you like that Tell me, would you like that, tell me? Tell me, would you like that? Tell me, would you like that? Yes, would you like that, tell me Would you like that And would you like that, tell me I say, tell me, would you like that Tell me, would you like that Tell me y'all. You know what I wanna love you more than madly Wrap these legs around your words Until your speech is straddled deep, gladly Swim the currents of your vibrations Be separate in one With the same meditation Shit, the same meditation And I need to tall you all that this Right here in the Studio Livre Is what we call poetry Ladies and gentlemen please Welcome Mr. Eugenio on guitar now C'mon Eugenio (Would you like that, tell me would you like that) (Would you like that, tell me would you like that) (Would you like that, tell me would you like that) If you're on Instagram, if you're on Facebook If you're on Twitter or Snapchat I need you to add a post if you would like Would you like that? Tell me Tell me Tell me You know what? If love If love had ever had a sound I truly, I truly believe That this would be that sound And we Well, we would be the band To play it Thank you