Where was I ? Where was I?
When you were still pure and shy?
Not till your full-blossom time
Did I savor your prime
Like a tiger sniffing a rose
I feasted on you, thorough and close
The dusk was full of your menthol air
So intriguing, to invade you I dare
Gently I pounded your delicate body
Till you let out the juice of jubilee
Your snowy skin coated in fine sugar
Tasted sweaty and lime-like sour
To your invitingly parting lips
Goes Havana Club rum, several sips
Your gleaming eyes, clear as Caribbean Sea
Dreamy with lust and ecstasy
Oh you, a refreshing mint leaf minutes ago
I’ve turned you into a glass of Mojito
Take a sip, pal, and be aware:
So addictive, so soothing, and so rare!
