She's sat right across me and dang do I remember her.
The vixen with the waist made from rubber
Winding and grinding a couple of weeks ago
In more ways than one that would have a Turkish belly dancer running for cover.
Our eyes meet as she drags on her cigar.
The glint in her eye tells me there's recognition
From a night of tequila shots, slow winding
Maldito sea I'm lost in the way she moves that body.
The thought of things I wanna do to her has my imagination on overdrive.
It's time to plot a strategy.
Will keep you posted.
Saludos
O