Dulce Nectar de la Vida

Preoccupied in the shower

She missed her favorite part of the song

Singing with her eyes closed

She soaks in the steam for so long

Step out to wipe the gloom from the day

Arcadian dreams she carries

Energy effulgence, she has time to play

Stare into the mirror

Admire her sensuality

Shedding her skin so maliciously

Rejuvenating her sexuality

Throw on a luxurious rosy gown

and imagine herself near the sea

On a balcony is where she long to be

Fawned over by the palms

Listening to Bossa Nova songs

In love with the sea

A relationship where she belongs

Sipping dulce nectar de la vida

The finest of teas

Dragging her femininity along

She is strong

and they were wrong.