A MEXICAN DINNER

There are tortillas on the counter,
The meat fried in a pan;
There’s salsa on the table,
It looks, I think, quite grand.

The onions chopped and ready,
Lettuce shredded in a bowl,
Margaritas in their salted glasses,
Shredded cheeses orange and gold.

Mariachi bands are playing,
Castanets’ snap a festive tune,
Roses in her teeth,
A figure to make me swoon.

Her feet are tapping loudly,
Her hands up in the air,
She shakes her hips before me,
I cannot help but stare.

She’s a lovely senorita,
She’s a vision for me to see,
As she dances at my table,
In my pants she sees my glee.

My penis is excited
And my balls are loaded full,
If she grinds her hips any closer
I know I’ll surely blow.

To make a dish complete,
Sour cream is often used,
But this time something different,
Tacos topped in spooge.

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