Chicano Poet

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Princess Hotness

She put her soul into the candy of the dead
the Mexican pumpkin candy
the pan dulce of holy hell
her hips gave birth to the lyrics
you want to touch and taste
devour with your mouth of sin
chase down the canyons of the dark
lick your own wings after she's gone
having rubbed up against you one last time
teasing you with her sexy words and nectar
you who have never been so weak


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