standing at the taqueria
you ordered two burritos to go
and moved to the salsa bar
i ordered mine and shuffled behind you
you filled four salsa cups
i rocked forward and backwards
ready to jump in for my fill
then you crammed four more
i was ready to pounce on you
instead decided to do some salsa steps
tuning into your surging romp
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