“Hey mang, you wanna see the biggest tits in Tijuana?”
That’s all I had to hear to step inside.
For two hours at “ChiChis” I was shocked by Christiana.
And for two hours at home that night I cried.

Those “biggest tits in town”
were on a beast that shook the ground.
She packed the biggest ass I’d ever seen.

She had mounds that draped her mounds
with a mustache thick and brown
and a gum wad snatch she shared with five Marines.

If I may be so blunt
this was Bigfoot with a cunt.
The kind of thing you just can’t help but watch.

She poured across the floors
with a dozen open sores
and flying insects darkening her crotch.

But the jarheads dined by rank
each one slurping up her stank
and a bar man gave them all a towel to share.

When Christiana had enough
she removed them from her muff
and her drippings gave the dance floor quite a glare.

She rotated like a tank
and looked right down at my crank
as she ambled in my general direction.

How my gut and stomach sank
as I braced to eat that skank -
my revulsion overcome by my erection.