Feeling high, like extra fly; free like a tropical breeze.
Thinking of things like glazed pineapples and sipping on
coconut
crème.
My heart flutters like the lovely swing of butterfly wings,
cuz I’m in love with the finest man with a Cuban tan.
Wanna take his hand and do an island dance
n2 the last hour of the night,
like right before sunrise.
Then we’ll close our eyes & I’ll
rest my head on his chest & he’ll
rest his thigh over my hip & we’ll
slip into a beautiful slumber
until another forever begins.
© 2013 Impresse
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