Red stiletto heels
with her Carhartt pants
silk embroidered blouse
she asked me to dance,
A fast inviting Tango
lots of bump and grind
immediately I knew
this girl ain't my kind.
But sweet perfumed erotica
a sensual Latin pulse
a long way removed
from a stately ballroom waltz,
Danced to way past midnight
Too many Cokes and rum
Later, breakfast in bed
far removed from ho hum,
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