Last night I dreamt I met J-Lo She was in a bodega Disguised as a normal person Buying some water I walked up to her and whispered, "Hello, Ms. Lopez" She giggled and told me to "shush" She didn't want her identity revealed I was cool with that. We stepped outside Into the city's muggy air Our hair instantly frizzed There was no entourage Or black Escalade With darkened windows We took a stroll Through one of those New York City parks She drank her water We talked about being "Nuyorican" I took her hand. She let me. In a matter of minutes We knew all there was To know about each other She taught me a dance move I wrote her this poem We shared a long kiss She tasted of sweet coconut And swayed with me Like a flamboyán. Here's the thing, baby: I don't need or cling to A life of bling, Of big crowds, Of Let's Get Loud I don't lust for Jenny From The Block's Very fine ass, Your body is hot It knows how to Love me and leave me On The Floor Wanting more, Her millions make me nervous That girl's high maintenance! While you and I Have a No-Diva Zone. And yeah, she's got moves But yours make me swoon, She seems a bit fickle If [She] Had My Love Would she treat it with care? While with you, my dear, I know the answer; I feel no fear So, come to think of it I want a non-fiction life With a flesh & blood woman And when all is said and done, You ARE my J-Lo. You are my one.