An English major
Has sweet Italiano
Dripping from her tongue
Like freshly pulled espresso
Meglio stasera
Baby go, go, go
Or as we natives say
“Fa subito!”
I need him pushed up against me
Whisper words to me
Gregory Michael’s half Italian
And this just sounds sexier on his native tongue
Never been there
I can feel the stone pavement under my heels
I smell pasta in the air
Mixed with espresso
Forget the jeans
My halter straps
Are tied tightly from the top
Of my skin tight dress
He feels so good
His taut belly
Excited my dancer in me
Move all of my insides
I need him
My desire for him
Is pushing me off my
Cushioned seat
Baby, come to me
Amore dolce
Fill me up
With him
Dancing alone
Maybe the sweet Italiano
In someone else
Will find me here today
He’s been here
All along in me
Who will recognize himself in me?
The song’s title is “It Had Better Be Tonight”
Meglio stasera
Baby go, go, go
Or as we natives say
“Fa subito!”
Or that’s what he said
The barista running at me
Telling me to shut up
And to never come back to this Starbucks again.