By Jlor  jlorenz@saber.net
Date: 15 October 1999

Latina Fantasy

On a gray, bright, overcast day
Waves of passion advance, crash, recede,...
Over my sandy footprints, 
Showing the way 
To the love of a Mexican girl
Who came into my life in a swirl
Of emotion,
And with the scent of salt air
The sea breeze on the morning beach 
Playing with my hair
As I look at her tenderly, 
As love looks at beauty
Rosie, is her name,
She fills my earth with music, 
And my life with heaven ...
I feel reborn just holding her hand, 
Gazing into her pretty face,
Feeling the beach beneath me
Squeezing between my toes its wet yellow sand. 
"Ay, que mamita mas guapa, me digo' 
Oh how that girl sets me aflame with desire 
I feel her smooth olive skin, 
And her hair, oh, her hair!
Thick, long,  black hair to her waist
She drives me crazy enough to make me stare...
And those words rolling from her lips 
Which she speaks as softly as waves,
Roll over my heart,
As gently as a sea-borne, soothing melody
Whose voice endlessly caresses my mind
Lost,now, in an ocean of dreams; 
Her sweetness sets my cares adrift  
And I bob in and out of reality
Like a gnarly drifter lost in a tangle of driftwood fantasies. 
Before Rosie came I felt old as a bleached skeleton 
A derelict 
Lying face down in daily cares 
My life a ghost hanging 'round a rusty shipwreck
I had made; 
Decaying, stuck in low tide,
Rotting in a stinking mud-flat existence, 
My soul in a cave of blackest despair; 
But her Mexican softness called me to her, 
As if a mermaid floating out at sea
Called to a drowning man stuggling,
Choking on his own sterility, 
Her poetry she sings so teems with life
As she sets it to beautiful song 
And melancholy longings 
Hidden beneath waves of her sensuality; 
That her full red lips singing them
Kiss me with each word formed by their gorgeous pout,
And Rosie gorges the butterflies in my tummy 
With her food for thought... 
I enjoy everything about her: 
Her love, her friendship, 
Her Spanish talk... 
She consumes me now with wanting her;
I want her to take me and make love to me, 
Enfolding me in her seashell soul,
Washing my doubt away 
And leaving me her pearls of wisdom 
As I melt into the light brown 
Of her sundrenched face... 
I want her dark inviting eyes 
To burn their black beauty long and slow 
Into mine.
Rosie, my mermaid latina princess,
Has opened the sky, and set me free 
To fly as a seabird 
Open-winged, without fear, gliding 
Over oceans and far horizons 
Loving all there is to life 
My worries having been left behind;
Just feeling the wind 
Lifting me ever higher 
I cry Rosies love
To the listening sky above 
And feel her sweet laughter and smile 
Make the ocean shine.... 
Each day I have come here in fantasy
To be with her again
Just to see her, alone;  
Each time I come,
Rosie gives  me the most unselfish gift 
She can ever give:
Her soft, pretty Mexican love...
Innately natural and understated, 
And sexy as hell. 
She just accepts me for myself
And offers me her all,  
No questions asked.
I swear, Rosie is   
The most beautiful woman
I have ever known,
And her latina love 
The sweetest love  
I will ever find ...