She Was As Sweet As A Mexican Bakery

She was as sweet
as a Mexican bakery

her conchas
soft and sugary

her empanada
lemony tasting

her tres leches
gave him

a milk mustache
all the other sweets

that dwelled within her
he devoured

he was a glutton
for her love

he didn't need real food
gracias a Dios

she was open
at all hours

of the day
and night

the girl behind the counter
rang up his weaknesses

the weakness
of men and maranitos

she was as sweet
as a Mexican bakery