Someone once told me If you can make it New York you can make it anywhere
I made that my mantra Recited it as I lived in a city complete opposite
New York, New York Make me yours…
Won’t you adopt me and take me home?
Allow me to live in your concrete jungle
Bathe in your rivers
Fall in your gravel
Fly over your skyscrapers
New York, New York Please make me yours
Take me shopping on park avenue
Play me that sweet music of your subways
Let me taste your air
Let me breathe your innocence
Let me thrive in the pressure
Make me your diamond in the rough
* You succumbed me into your body With that naughty smile,
** New York… Tell me your secrets…
We’ll be distant lovers
Get married in the Empire State Building on Christmas
I’ll write to you like Pen pal friends…
I’ll email you everyday
But promise… You’ll take me away
I long to feel what’s inside you
Loren writes 