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