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 ***
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 *****
into gear.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
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 ***
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 *****
into gear.
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