I have a Spanish woman’s blood in me—
In my soul.
A barefoot woman’s blood in me
And a sensuous breast.
I have a Spanish woman’s hair in me—
Black, Black,
Falling around my face.
As I untie the strings of her camisa,
Her nipples rise.
I have a Spanish woman’s heart in me—
In my soul.
Her brown eyes shine at me
As I caress her silken skin.
I have a Spanish woman’s body inside my head.
--1988
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