Gliding along the dusty arid street
With woven sandles on her feet
Red rose adorns her long black hair
Dark eyes illuminate skin so fair
Flower basket on her hip swaying side to side
Her sensuality she does not hide
Radiating beauty and intense heat
Making many a man's heart skip a beat
Enters the cantina to sell her wares
Delivering goods amidst longing stares
Latin music and tequila entices
Succumbing hot-blooded men to their vices
Basket depleted apart from a few petals
In which the pesos now settle
This mystery lady, nobody really knows her
She goes by the name of Senorita Rosa
~Lynne~
Tags: Poetry
