Ooh, like a virgin, touched for the very first time, like a viiiirgin... yes I am doing this ... feel your heartbeat, next to mine.
First of all, you do realise that the #metoo Devil is deciding how best to boil your bones? Evil, evil.
I’ve been creeping you for a time (I think you should send this to her, she would appreciate it)
through all those discographies (haha love the archaic)
of you shuffling around in bikini-shirks or
whatever green Versace dress you wore
to MTV movie awards in 1999. (this is really nicely put together, kinda wish it was less flippant)
I’ve been creeping trend-styles
observing big Latina lips and hips
I want to know if you are a
Latina at heart.
You’re a Puerto Rican dime (weird unnecessary line tagged on here, where the hell did that come from?)
I worry about you in the night
To think someone like you could
seduce me, it would be you. (falls apart here, bad cadence, bad rhymes)
I don’t know you all that much
You are from childhood photographs
and skullcaps rotating like films
in early 2000’s technicolour (crappy)
The first two stanzas are a lot of fun, the last two- less so.