You were the TOXICA Latina of my dreams, fucking smoking hot, petite, curvy and perky, and probably alot trouble. Just my type. you kept bumping into me and brushing up against me at the bar with you BF there. As soon as your man left to the bathroom you had one mission. and i failed. not because i am bitch, just a deer in the head lights trying understand the drunken words you spoke. the ones that get away will haunt . RIP to my toxica dreams
