Little Havana rises with the cock.
Sunlight gleams off her concrete hips. She revels in her hot and sticky wetness. As fresh, juicy papaya scents float on palm tree breezes, she burns a sacred herb and swallows a cafecito with a piece of buttered toast.
Today is her birthday, and soon 2 million feet, 20 million fingers and toes, and 32 million teeth will dance across and sink into her tantalizing, head-turning flesh.