Latin[a] Making Tortillas

There's a reason she's sexy:

The line of her jaw
Strokes her perspiring face
To the strong pout of her lips,
A pink shade of brown.

What's enclosed is strong, loud -
Sometimes soft.

Soft to hear, strong to touch.

Her art is perfect and valuable,
But not worth much in the States.

As her hands work,
They press and mold,
Shaping something to fill
A desire of those who value
Her art,
But not

Her glow,
Her bust,
Her strength,
Her.

For that second she was
Sexy.