Hot house flower by nature. By nurture she.took the hype hook to sinker.
All I see when I look at baby is power.
Habnero tiempo.
Warm to hot.
Spaaniard, coated with Ibo.slathered with india injected with a pulsating
Congas....mish mosh. Black as the ace of spades,mocha smooth ,
blond and blue,fiery red.
Magic in the hips.
Rat-a tat-tat spray lingo on one full breath.
Just ran down your program from A to Z.
Just want to grip your hips mami.
Synch up your vibe. Turn that growl your emitten
To purrr like a kitten. Ahh... eso..Asi.
Sitting at the park talkng to a loud happy crew of Cubans.
Congas driving the beat as the women errupt in loud joyfull laughter
Almost like home.