"My Angel From Barrenquila"

Lost in the tranquility of a winter's early morning,
In a wonderland I am walking,
Thinking of the serenity of being lost my dancer's eyes.
Hell she's been thru and endured,
Still a smile on her face never fading.
A real girl, strong and confident,
Sexy, and naughty, but never a whore-y slut.

Her satin skin tinted with the hue of mocha,
Her hips move like Shakira
Her lips intoxicate and make me slur
'Bite me in the mouth'
God, I love my angel from Barranquilla.

I at arrive home, and she is sleeping
Quiet for my angel needs her rest.
I am tired from a long night at work
Carefully I climb into bed and kiss her neck
Then fall asleep in heaven,
My angel in my arms, and our Pit-Terrier at our feet.

Then awake to my wildest dream, and amazing reality.
..
Staring into the eyes of my
Angel from Barranquilla.
Lost in the moment
Until the dog breaks the second...
Okay, fine, let's go for a run (stupid needy dog...I love you too)

Lost in the tranquility of a winter's early morning,
In a wonderland I am running,
Thinking of the beauty of my dog's eyes.
Hell she's been thru and endured,
Still a her love never fading.
Once used as bait, abused by soulless motherfuckers who hate!
Plagued by a stigma born from misconception and lack of knowledge.
As a puppy from a shelter rescued is she, though not from VRC.

Home again,
Colombian, and Venezuelan breakfast cooking,
Polish pastries in the window dethawing,
I watch her Spanish dancing
as I crack a Canadian and begin drinking.
God, I love my early winter mornings
With my angel from Barranquilla.
And yes, my damn needy Pit-Terrier too.