I should have known better than to rest on a stereo-type,
my eagerly awaited Latin lover tore into the night!
I didn't like the head stand he performed on my rib cage,
Nor the slurping grunts as he ****** his ****, as if he were onstage.

He flipped me like a burger and rasped me with his hands,
I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and remembered some good bands!
He said ''you like it baby?'' as he shimmied up the sheet,
I cowered in anticipation as he manoeuvred his great big feet.

Ladies, be careful what you wish for, it might one day come true.
Steer clear of stereo typing you could end up black and blue.
I'll just warn you, in a friendly way,  his name was  Henriques Stud,
Next time it's Roger Rabbit and not my Latin dud!