My Colombian Breakfast

There was a Colombian princess,
I just had to see again,
So I left the breakfast buffet, and had my family watch my kids,
I said, ‘I’d be back, just didn’t know when.’

I told her I was coming,
That it would be a very short visit.
She said she didn’t mind,
She said she wanted to see my face, she just had to kiss it.

When I arrived at the door,
She yelled, “come in, I’m on my bed”,
Lying there beautiful in sexy lingerie,
I think it was devil red.

I lied down next to her,
We started to hug and kiss,
My tongue ran hungrily up & down her body,
I don’t think my parents thought I was doing this.

As my tongue went from her breasts,
And continued its journey south,
When I got to her amazing sweet spot,
I needed to taste it right then with my mouth.

My tongue worked its magic,
She wiggled, convulsed & shook,
From the ecstasy she was feeling,
She came within minutes, that’s all it took.

When suddenly I realized,
The man behind the omelette station was tapping my shoulder,
My omelette was ready, but I was lost in my daydream,
I asked him for some ice so I could make my hot body colder!