Long Senorita Poems

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Premium Member Maybe It's Mid Life Crisis

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                    It may be the mid life crisis
                                   okay
                                  so far
                             i'm digging it

                                    nah

                               it's you girl
                           every tough inch
                                 uv your's

                      i'm gonna let the reader
                                sizzle girlie
                                    sizzle

                                    yeah
                                 you are it...
                                  senorita

                          your auburn tresses
                                    alone 
                               their cascade
                            'long yourn frame
                       i love looking and writing
                                'bout your's 
                           mine fine feminine
                                      ....
                             i'm thanking Him
                         i'm thanking Him girlie


Land of Snows

I’m going up to the highest peak
Up to the roof of the world
To sit at Red Mountains steep
Kneel down and pray for my girl
 
 
 
This beautiful place of treasures
With religious murals upon the walls
The architecture uniquely clever
Like the figure of my senorita doll
And I cry
 
 
 
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
Come baby please take me home
 
 
 
It's awesome this palace of potala
The scenery so colourful and clear
As bright as my baby Isabella
White wings and rosary tears
 
 
Highest ancient palace in the world
Thousands of years old
Tibetan monastery
Frequent avalanches
Upon Mount Everest
And I cry
 
 
 
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
Come baby please take me home
 
 
There's a lot of exquisite tankga
Hanging legends from ancient time
Better do some chanting mantra
And see if these bells gonna chime

 
 
 
I can still hear the echo’s haunt her
Throughout the Himalaya's range
I can still see the merry blue waters
And a very vivid picture of my pain
And I sigh
 
 
 
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
She's come now to carry me home
 
 
 
 
© Copyright
K.C.Leake
6th November 2014
All Rights Reserved
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Tango Innuendo

I’m ready for investing in some ballroom real estate.
The music starts at nine o’clock; we’ll get there half past eight.
Be sure to wear your sexy dress. I’ll wear my sexy pants.
The rooftop lounge is under glass; let’s go downtown and dance.	

Listen to the magic of that Spanish guitar. 
It can take us far and away 
Swinging past the limits of the evening’s expanse,
Gliding through the night like in some gothic romance.

We’ll tango through the crowd like irresponsible gazelles.
Then sip some fine champagne and eat dark chocolate nonpareils.    
If I may seduce you with a mischievous glance, 
I’d like to take your hand and have us go downtown and dance.

Savor the abrazo as we caminata;
Abrida with your foot touching mine.  
Ocho walking backwards when I make my advance.
Gancho as we tangle in a sensuous trance.

Now don’t expect ballet with arabesques and pirouettes.
I never met Gene Kelly; didn’t work with the Rockettes. 
But I’ll never let you fall if you piernazo by chance. 
So, my pretty senorita, let’s just go downtown and dance.
Form: Lyric

304

Would not touch her with a meth head’s dick
Her tastes in men make most guys sick 
A  in heat, leg humping like a pooch
Every Booze bucket’s been up that cooch

Fizzing and foaming, she’s got a rabies clam
Guess some guys don’t really give a damn! 
Perfume no substitute for soap and a shower
es tend to stink when they charge by the hour

Senorita Bird Brain is so horny!
Better post an IV Drug warning 
A  in heat, leg humping like a pooch
Every Booze bucket’s been up that cooch

Her sounds on automatic, you won’t feel a thing
Like throwing a Vienna sausage in a circus ring 
Shakespeare said larger than a crack, her’s is a door 
Occupational Hazard of being a trailer park whore

Only Fans called, the mother and daughter spread
Better call a dozen Priests to help raise the dead 
Every Booze bucket’s been up that cooch
A  in heat, leg humping like a pooch

Senorita Bird Brain is so horny!
Better post an IV Drug warning 
Like throwing a Vienna sausage in a circus ring
Her sounds on automatic, you won’t feel a thing

Shakespeare said larger than a crack, her’s is a door 
Occupational hazard of being a trailer park whore
Would not touch her with a ***** on a yard stick 
Her tastes in men makes most guys sick

Her sounds on automatic, you won’t feel a thing
Like throwing a Vienna sausage in a circus ring 
A  in heat, leg humping like a pooch
Every Booze bucket’s been up that cooch
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Playing Cards

Speaking Spanish wasn't easy for a gringo like me, but I had no choice. I was playin' cards and drinkin' Mezcal at a nowhere bar in El Paso. I didn't have any money in my pockets but I was bluffing to win, I lost. I stood up, pulled my six gun and shot a man dead. The bar emptied out quick and so did I, money in hand. I jumped on that old pinto and rode due south because I knew the border wasn't far. My heart was beatin' as fast as that horse could gallop but I had the money, thank God. I looked out of place in Mexico, my jet-black cowboy hat amongst the sombreros and dark eyes staring at me, so I tipped my hat lower. Down a dusty Juarez Street, I found a cantina so I hitched my horse and went inside feeling weary. A pocket full of money and a Tequila bottle, I was joined by a senorita more beautiful than I could imagine. Her flowing dark hair and dress captivated my eyes as I told her my story dancing to the sound of mariachis in the background. She said the $300 dollars I stole I could turn into $600 with her help. Eager to double my money, we sat down at a table full of men playing cards and drinking Pulque by the glass. I felt confident as we won hand after hand, her hand in mine, a Tequila bottle in the other. I scooped up the winnings and kissed her soft skin feeling pretty lucky when a bullet ripped through my chest. Lying on the dirt floor in my own blood, a bandito took the money from my hand as my senorita, on her knees cried. My home in Albuquerque is far away now. I lay in an unmarked grave in the Sonoran Desert. The money I had won, well someone else is playing cards with it now...


A Beautiful World

hello everyone
after reading SENORITA SEXY SENRYUS by Panagiota Romios
I was inspired to write the entry below
I was reminded of a late poetess Pam who wrote under the name of gungalo
always did gungalo push me to write of love and to push the envelope
I am thankful for that and I am thankful to Pangie today
blessings to all
thank you


"a beautiful world"

because of you and you alone
I see through a magical window
a beautiful world I call my own
with wide island eyes that glow

at times I look to see what you see
hoping you discover all this is real
and accept your love is right for me
gazes and whispers I'll forever steal

because of you I feel as never before
with every beat every pulse every touch
we dress to undress leading us to more
love we express that is never to much

only the outside light peering in sees
such beauty of love silhouettes at hand
watching desires move like a sea breeze
for there is no other who holds command

SkyWatcher
03-01-23
© Lisa Ricci  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Just Another Day Without You

An abundance of fragrant florets 
constant reminder of regrets
Although they consume the misty air
they seem stale, because you're not there
Your absence has left a hollow void
Ghosts haunt turning the mind paranoid.

Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
How the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong

The hands of time are no friends of mine
Growing old, should have been our shrine
In your world full of confusion
Life can be full of delusion
My love for you still remains supreme
Our reunion is my last dream

Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong

The heart craves to hear your sweet voice
but your departure has left no choice
Now only silence is what I hear
Life has no sound without you near.
Only the room vibrating with cries
Won't you save me from this demise
Come before this dancer's heart dies
Bless me with one last sight of your eyes

Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong

Still that guy who made your heart go 'wow'
Don't say its that final curtain bow
Senorita don't forget our vow
My beloved come back to me now

Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong

The Silent One
Simple Musing
3 November 2017
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Ricky the Traveling Man

Ricky, you may have been around the world.
You have seen many different flags unfurled.
Is it true you found a girl wherever you went?
I would say your time was very well spent.

You knew a pretty senorita down in Mexico.
Up in Alaska, you saw a cute little Eskimo.
Your sweet fraulein in Berlin made your heart yearn.
A China doll in Hong Kong waited for your return.
A few nights were shared with a Polynesian baby.
You had a good time there, and I don’t mean maybe.

Nobody will disagree you were a traveling man.
You attracted women as well as any man can.
You are gone now, so there is no longer a choice.
However, we are thankful we can still hear your voice.
Form: Rhyme

Roll Me Over

Work all year for months at a time
Just to get some money for overtime 
Aches hurt until the next flight
Months before I sleep right at night 
Thought I'd take a walk down to TJ
It was just a strange quirk of fate 
In Zona Norte, she says come on in mate
I never that massage parlor existed 
Around all the time
Things I’ve tried done this and that 
See a Senorita
And have a real nice chat 
Oh my darling...
Roll me over 
Lay me down and do it again
I’m in clover 
Keep doing what your doing
Driving me round the bend 
Senorita you bowl me over
Touch me like that 
You’ll be more than just a friend
Just roll me over 
Roll me over lay me down and do it again 
A week later I went back down there
To see the Senorita with the wavy hair 
She sends a shiver up my spine
She's got a good technique 
See her once a week and have a good time
Under the sheets 
The massage parlor changed my life
Wish the curly headed one was my wife 
Got no worries and I’m doing alright
No more aching bones or groans 
Keeping me up all night
Met a Latina up in the States 
Played games, she gave me the shakes
Told her she was fine and she turned me down 
She turned to a booze bucket drunken clown
Why did I put myself through that? 
She had the sense of a mangy stray cat.
Take a walk to TJ 
Give yourself a chance at fate
In Zona Norte, she’ll say come on in mate 
A massage parlor you never knew existed
Darling roll me over 
Lay me down and do it again
I’m in clover 
Keep doing what your doing
Driving me round the bend 
Senorita you bowl me over
Do that again 
Just roll ole me over and do it again
And you’ll be much more than a friend
Form: Lyric

Sumthang Like Wonderful

Hello Senorita
Ooh so glad to
Meet yah
Ahh vhoo lusting
Cum- Bach
To
Sir rento
Ah mi lussing!
Ooh she ooh she
Waking.
Will mi heart be
Breaking?
Cum-bach to
Sir rento
Mi Gussies
Sir rento men toe!
Come back to
Serrentio
Make love to
Me again.

She is a beautiful Ragdoll
mixed with a scottish fold
She meow's when the octaves
inspires her. Often my piano playing
has a rapid transition
(I'll Plung when I should Pling)
The Utterance of romance
sends her clawing at my date.
yet she's a sweet kitty!
Yes she is!
Ah yeah mi Darling
Mi need for you
Is calling
Come back to
Serrentio
I will introduce
Us as friends.
Ooh; I so
Hoochie Choochie
Give you sum
Pussy
Cum Bach to
Serrentio
I pussy you
Again!

 Compussed by
Swig Nasty
Morehead music company
Excuse to not loving mi.
Mi bassoon concerto

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