I see this city glowing in the night
As I stroll down this street in orange bathed,
And I can sense its desirable might:
I know that this is what I’ve always craved.
I’m refurbishing my box; I break out.
To the pub! We chant, and friends with drinks flow,
Then the club, feeling Latina vibes I shout,
Salsa for joy: “¡Más que nada!”
More. Oh God. Ebony skin, warmer than I
Ever imagined. Oh God. Your weight on my groin.
Blood rush. Rub me. Tactile heav’n.
Beautiful, blacker than this night. Yes, no, yes, yes.
And when I wake and feel these shining rays,
I know I want to do it all again.