damn, my lack of long-term memory is hurting me

want to speak her native language

but i forgot all the Spanish I ever learned

Kent usually digs his status of loner

but know he wants to be Woody Allen or Javier Bardem

and she can be my Vicky Cristina Barcelona

we’ve been trying to date for like two years now

but either she had a man or i had a girl

well worth the wait, this girl is opposite of the random run of the mill

trying to play it slow with this fine Mexican princess

it’s hard to keep my feelings inside

butterflies in my stomach every single time I see her face, my brain now a mess

one thing for sure: baby girl was surely blessed

beauty, grace, intelligence and compassion displayed on her chest

she waves that yellow Terrible Towel and cheers Polamalu

normally looking at other girls, but now I only want you

Ale seems like a female star in my lucid dream

much smarter than me, but she doesn’t flaunt it

she schools me on Mexican culture and customs

asking her about her Torreon family back home

the way she lights up when she talks about family

shows me she’s genuine, lack of materialistic motives in her beautiful dome

scrolls through pictures of her young nephew on her purple iPhone

love going out to the club with her, but yearning for us to be alone

counting the minutes and seconds until it’s me and she

opening my personality, she makes my overtly cluttered head free

no worries about saying the right thing, no need to hide my puppy love glee

she’s burning up the room like Me, You and Dupree

yet sexier than Kate Hudson, i’ll be her A-Rod

World Series, bottom of the 9th inning now: she makes me clutch like Johnny Lod-

den

unique, she’s vastly different than these other female frauds

tonite we might make snow angels with her sis and my nephew

or we could just light up the fireplace

in her loving, endearing embrace

your boy Benson, stubborn at love: finally, honestly, convincingly feels safe