Bullet-Proof

Man, was her little body
bullet-proof

her navel like a pony
I held in secret

the hills
of an old lamp lit the way

her crown
sinking into the bed

each of her sweet words
turned to gold

I could barely catch my breath
around her waist

outdoors
the wind was bathing

and bellowing it couldn't have
my little Latin lover

her hot little body
in sunglasses heading home