Miss Pinkie put on
the Puccini arias
(she dropped the Mrs
when her husband
went off with the air
hostess bitch
he was working with)
and bought me a scotch
into her lounge.

You what to stay
the night?
She said.

If I can my sister's
got a man friend
staying over and I said
he could have my bed.

She sipped her scotch
and looked at me.

What about
my reputation?
She said.

I can sleep
in the spare bed
I said.

But people might
see you leaving
in the early hours
and still come
to the same conclusion
she said smiling.

Guess they would
I said.

The Tosca aria
was being sung
by some dame.

Do you promise
to be good?
Miss Pinkie said.

Aren't I always?
I said.

She sipped the scotch  
mostly so
she said
but you'll have
to leave discretely
can't have you
waltzing out of here
in plain daylight
or the neighbours
will talk.

I will be
as discrete
as I can
I said.

We sipped our drinks
and the La Boheme aria started
this is my favourite
she said looking at me
putting a hand
on my thigh.

Mine too
I said
finishing my booze.

She put down
the glasses
and turned to me
and said
you feeling tired?

No not yet
I replied.

Good let's go
to bed then
she said.

So we went
and she turned
out the light
and we walked
to her room
lit up by moonlight
and undressed
and got into bed.

The Puccini arias
still being sung
and Miss Pinkie
sang along in her
soft soprano.

I lay beside her
feeling along her thigh
and she stopped singing
and let out a sigh.

A YOUNG MAN AND A WOMAN AND PUCCINI IN 1973
#man   #woman   #1973   #puccini  

Sonya was puking
in the bidet
in the small hotel room
in Paris
after too much
bad booze.

Benny lay in bed
reading Dostoevsky.

The radio
was pushing out
Mahler's 6th
her puking played
along side.

Can I help?
he said.

She returned moans
and another round
of puking.

No sex tonight
he mused
putting the book down
and looking towards
the small shower room.

He got off the bed
and went to
the shower room
and opened the door.

Can I be
of any assistance?
he said
looking at her
kneeling there over
the bidet.

She shook her hand
and waved a hand.

He took note
of her lovely legs
her two feet
heels facing
her fine ass
smiling at him.

He went out
and closed the door
and the puking
went on as before.

A COUPLE IN PARIS IN 1973
#couple   #paris   #1973  

It rained after we left
the Musée d'Orsay
and Sonya and I
had to run for cover.

She looked beautiful
in the rain
(she looked
beautiful anyway).

We stood underneath
a canvas covering
with others,
who also ran for shelter.

How romantic it looks
Paris in the rain,
she said.

I sensed the dampness
sinking through the cloth
of my jacket;
it didn't feel
romantic to me.

I've seen paintings
of Paris in the rain,
I said,
I remember seeing
this pavement artist
chalking a picture of Paris
and the rain came down
and he went
and the picture
became a murkiness
of colour.

The other people
spoke in French.

Nous sommes des touristes,
she said to them.

They nodded and smiled
and looked at me.

Maybe they thought
I looked like that guy
with a beard
in the Renoir painting,
I mused.

Sonya spoke
to them in French
and I watched
her talking;
the curve of her body,
her blonde hair
over her shoulders.

I wished
we were back
in the hotel
in the bed.

Let us go
have a coffee
some place,
she said.

The rain had paused,
so off we went
to find a small cafe;
another Parisian tour
and dull day.

A COUPLE IN PARIS IN 1973.
#couple   #paris   #1973  
Terry Collett
Terry Collett
Dec 30, 2016

And the waiter said
Puis-je vous aider?

You looked at Sonya
who said in fine French
two coffees
and croissants please.

Oui madame
the waiter said.

You watched her features
how she sat
her blonde hair
long and loose
from bands or ribbons.

I love the Renoir print
in the cafe
we went into last night
she said.

You listened
but did not reply.

I could see you
in the man
she added.

Which man?
You said.

The young man
sitting at the table
looking at the girl
and her dog
the man with
the fine moustache
she said.

The one with
the boater hat?
You asked.

Yes that's the one
she said.

And you remember thinking
as you looked at the painting
why put a dog on the table
with food and wine and glasses?

The waiter came
with coffees
and croissants and went off.

Sonya sipped her coffee
you nibbled the croissant
she talked about art
and Renoir.

But you were
only half listening
you were recalling
how beautiful she looked
in bed the night before
her hair spread out
on the pillow
as was she spread
on the double springy
ancient bed.

A MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS IN 1973.
#man   #woman   #paris   #1973  
Terry Collett
Terry Collett
Oct 20, 2016

She lies there
on the floor
of our room
in that cheap
small hotel
in Paris.

I wonder
who else has
lain naked
on this floor
wanting sex
in the raw?
Sonya asks.

You look like
a model
for Degas,
I answer.

Come on then
Benedict
don't dither
standing there
like the Pope
at a down
town orgy,
she tells me.

I undress
taking off
my black jeans,
and tee shirt,
and boxers.

The small white
radio
in the room
oozes out
a Mozart
aria.

Now undressed
I watch her
taking in
her plump fruits
and blonde thatch.

I descend
upon her
and harpoon
her softly
(my well known
party trick),
with my young
Moby Dick.

LOVERS IN PARIS IN 1973.
#lovers   #paris   #1973  
Terry Collett
Terry Collett
Sep 14, 2016

Sonya loves
Paris streets
white French wine

fresh French food
and our room
with shutters

now open
allowing
sounds of night

to come in
I put down
my Russian

crime novels
as she lies
naked there

on the bed
some Bartok
on the white

radio
playing out
you ready?

She asks me
lying there
I'm ready

I tell her
turning off
the room light

making do
with street light
entering now

the wide bed
feeling her
beside me

her warm flesh
she kisses
her soft lips

kissing mine
her small hands
seeking out

my pecker
stirring up
the blood line

while my hands
explore her
plentiful

soft ripe fruits
her valleys
her taut peaks

someone speaks
in French tongue
from the white

radio
Bartok's gone
Bach begins

some music
Baroque stuff
we kiss hot

bodies move
to music
sounds invade

our memories
as we start
making love

with streets sounds
and lamp lights
and moon glow

and star shine
and waiting
afterwards

two glasses
with clear ice
of French wine.

A MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS IN 1973.
#man   #woman   #paris   #1973  
Terry Collett
Terry Collett
Aug 9, 2016

That Russian
novel read
in Paris

afterwards
with Schubert
being played

on the white
radio
in the cheap

hotel room
Sonya stripped
down to those

skimpy pink
underwear
invites me

to remove
a present
for you to

unwrap and
see what's there
she whispers

I unwrap
her slowly
the ripe fruit

the soft fig
my two lips
watering

come pluck fruit
she whispers
plough my deep

soft valley
sensuous
apricots

Schubert plays
in the air
Paris sounds

filter in
from the wide
open window

as I plough
and pluck fruit
and kiss her

sweet soft fig
come on man
she mutters

in my ear
with hot breath
dig dig dig.

A MAN AND WOMAN MAKE LOVE IN PARIS 1973
#love   #man   #woman   #paris   #1973  
Terry Collett
Terry Collett
Jul 20, 2016

Our Paris
still in minds
as Sonya

and I lay
in our bed
in that cheap

hotel room
French music
from the white

radio
playing out
to the room

she lay there
opening up
her flower

sweet scented
that waitress
Sonya said

swayed her ass
just for you
I am sure

I doubt it
just the way
she walked there

(maybe it
was for me
that I hoped)

if you say
Sonya said
some dame sang

some Mozart
on the white
radio

Sonya knew
so she sang
along too

I gardened
her flower
sweet scented

some Mozart
aria
in my ears

as we sexed
her flower
in the cool

late dark hour.

A BOY AND GIRL IN PARIS IN 1973
#girl   #boy   #sex   #paris   #1973  
Terry Collett
Terry Collett
Jun 20, 2016

Sonya said
that cafe
in that street

in Paris
where we sat
last evening

were playing
Charles Trenet's
song La Mer

I recalled
the waitress
with the cute

swaying ass
reminds me
of my youth

Sonya said
my father
sang to me

on his lap
I kissed her
abdomen

soft wet lips
on warm skin
on Sonya

not on that
French waitress
then lower

on her fig
which we named
the bed creaked

in our room
in that cheap
hotel room

as she sang
La Mer soft
in my ear

as I moved
my penis
into gear.

A MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS IN 1973.
#man   #sex   #woman   #song   #la   #paris   #mer   #1973  
Terry Collett
Terry Collett
May 17, 2016

Some dame sang
on the old
radio

a Verdi
aria
Sonya lay

on the bed
reading Kant
I showered

listening
to Verdi
filtering

through to me
through water
gushing down

how Sonya
could read Kant
after sex

I wondered
washing down
young Percy

my pecker
then Sonya
sang along

the Verdi
aria
I hummed some

Sinatra
melody
to contrast

the Verdi
recalling
entering

Sonya's fruit
in the bed
while Mozart's

aria
vibrated
in my head.

MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS AND ARIAS AND SEX
#man   #sex   #woman   #mozart   #1973  
 
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