Iglesias patiently waits to help an unhappy lady bounce back (“Sad Eyes”) and commits to loving and praying for his woman (“I’m Your Man”). Remarkable life experiences can’t compare to how a love makes the artist feel on “You’re My #1” (“[I] still haven’t seen anything that amazes me quite like you do”). “Could I Have This Kiss Forever,” a duet with Whitney Houston, offers a lifetime of affection.
The sensual “Oyeme” foretells of a wild, passionate night in a darkened room. A half-dozen otherwise innocuous love songs suffer from lone lustful lines such as, “I want to hold you and touch you and taste you,” “When your body wants my affection . . . now it’s time to give it all,” “We slept on the beach” and “Nothing is forbidden anymore.” Often subtle, but loaded.
While not nearly as sexually explicit as contemporaries Ricky Martin and Lou Bega, this son of ’70s crooner Julio Iglesias lets his love songs get a bit physical at times. Some families will choose to talk through those fleetingly hormonal moments. Others will decide Enrique isn’t worth the effort.
