Yucatan Habanero
Traveling through the land,
I was told that I would receive hot food
once I reached the YUCATAN.
My taste buds are of fire
As the flame kisses my lips and tongue.
Oh Pavlov, can you see my salivation?
A fire that is sweet and warming.
Of course, the warming is fire
And the sweetness is the fire bringing on my passion.
Once I arrived I tasted you and it was of pure sweetness.
however, the sweetness was of my taste
As you were good
In the manner of a kiss from a Bella Senorita!
Still, you were not hot in the regard of what I expected.
I will love your taste forever.
however, you were not my fair Carolina!
Copyright © Aaron Vialpando | Year Posted 2024
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