she thinks I am not listening,
her breath upon my neck,
so she pitches me 'zines:
ALLURE, allure me?

she lures me to beaches:
soft amber sand
settles in valleys
between toes and heels;
tanned images dance;
a lounging goddess shimmers ~
ebony strands weave lace,
pattern after pattern,
into a creamy satin gown;
sapphire laps flames
from her eyes to mine,
mesmerized.

the caption reads:
only the finest *** comes from Puerto Rico.