Luchos

I was there, so was he and he. I was a little tipsy, so was he and he. We walked into the ghetto club, reggaeton rhythms and jaye-jaye ladke. And then the past came back to haunt him. I remember still the image of the bottom, he was there nose high in the air, ass sticking out behind him, tummy sticking out in front. He stood there across the street and I found it repulsive. Then the top traversed the street and pulled him away. I should've been making out with the hot latin men but I couldn't get the nepali doll out of my head.