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I wanna make it right for you
Baby, show me
Let me share the mystery, oh(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Listen to your heart tonight
(Come on, come on, come on)
Make it alright, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Come on, come out tonight)

Turning so that they're facing one another, Sara waits until her breathing has normalized
before speaking.

“Tell me, something, Amor.”


“How did you know I’d respond to you the way that I have?”

“I’m handsome.”

She laughs. “So true…but really…I’m surprised at MYSELF….I’ve always been attracted to Men of
Color-African American Men-but with you it’s MORE…more than physical-I needed you, and you
came to me at just the right time.”


“It has to be. My soul…I felt it reaching out to yours when we first met…I covered it by snapping at you-remember?”

“How could I forget.”

“Doc…Don’t hurt me, Papa…I’ve been hurt, and I got over it. If YOU hurt me…I’ll DIE…I WILL…so don’t…ok?”

“Querida…yo mismo me muero antes de hacerte dano. Te lo juro.”

When they kiss, her tears (of happiness) wet his lips.

“Thank you for being born,” she whispers.

Their passion begins to ignite again, and though she is sore from their previous couplings, Sara feels an irresistible
impulse to have him inside her AGAIN...and he slowly and carefully does...enter her...

[If you think I am gonna be good to you
(I'm gonna be good to you)
If you think I like what you do
Sho' you right
(Sho' you right)If you think I am gonna take care of you
If you think I have got what you need
Sho' you right
(Turn the lights down low)]