Bonita Rosa
Mouth watering as ambrosia,
your sumptuous lips are robust;
Sitting here wrapped on the sofa,
mouth watering as ambrosia;
You whisper ‘Bonita rosa…’
it’s a game of passion and trust;
Mouth watering as ambrosia,
your sumptuous lips are robust.
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