The Puerto Rican
Senorita in
The room above as
A cute *** Henry
Thinks, as he watches
Her sway upstairs to
Her room, giving him
A smile and turn of
Her dark haired head. She
Has no marido
Yet, although he’s seen
The occasional
Man walk up to her
Room some nights. He hears
Her walk across the
Floor above, sometimes
She dances to the
Music from her cheap
Hifi, tangos or
Sambas that Latin
American stuff
He’s heard before, and
He imagines her
Dancing, her short skirt
Rising, her lovely
Legs showing, her cute
*** moving from side
To side, and he can
Only imagine
What else she does when
The men come and the
Dancing stops and the
Music falls silent.
Then he just lies there
On his bed smoking,
Watching the smoke rise
And a phantom of
The senorita
Dancing naked there
Before tired eyes.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
The Puerto Rican
Senorita in
The room above as
A cute *** Henry
Thinks, as he watches
Her sway upstairs to
Her room, giving him
A smile and turn of
Her dark haired head. She
Has no marido
Yet, although he’s seen
The occasional
Man walk up to her
Room some nights. He hears
Her walk across the
Floor above, sometimes
She dances to the
Music from her cheap
Hifi, tangos or
Sambas that Latin
American stuff
He’s heard before, and
He imagines her
Dancing, her short skirt
Rising, her lovely
Legs showing, her cute
*** moving from side
To side, and he can
Only imagine
What else she does when
The men come and the
Dancing stops and the
Music falls silent.
Then he just lies there
On his bed smoking,
Watching the smoke rise
And a phantom of
The senorita
Dancing naked there
Before tired eyes.
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