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You are going to miss
my rice and beans. Every time you think of me, the exotic aroma of salsa lingering and memories of our home will only serve to haunt as they seduce your wanton senses.... Pork chops, cube steak, white rice, red rice, oven baked chicken and sofrito in the mix... A dash of Adobo - Ah... chipotle salsa... all so passionately wed in an orgasmic symphony of ingredients synchronized with the three/two, two/three rhythm of this Latinos heartbeat... Ay, Mi Amor, you are going to miss my sensual Puerto Rican Cuisine... Your ravenous appetite will betray you as your empty stomach growls in lust, desiring to be fed. Have sweet thoughts of me in your pretty little head as you lay in someone else's bed... Most of all, I will miss what we both brought to the table... (c) Nelson Nieves 7/15/2007
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