She spat out
a string
of four letter
abuse words
followed by American *****
you stood at the bar
at the base camp
outside Stockholm
sipping a beer
Moira stood beside you
in grumpy mood
her Glaswegian tones
still in the air
others in the bar
gazed your way
amused
some giving
a small titter
if have to share a tent
with her one more night
I’ll suffocate her
with my sleeping bag
over her head
she said
you girls
don’t get on then?
you said
more expletives followed
after which she sipped
from her glass
of white wine
you lit a cigarette
all the time
watching her
listening to her
talking about
the American girl
the tour guide and driver
had picked up
in Hamburg
how she spent ages
in the shower
at base camps
across northern Europe
how she got her man
whom she slept with
and what she did
and leather
said Moira
her and her ****** leather
I know her sort
she added
you studied her
as she spoke
her short stature
her wild blazing eyes
her hair tight curled
her small ****
pressing against
her tee shirt
then she was silent
and leaned on the bar
sipping the wine
grimacing
staring at the mirror
behind the bar
maybe we could swap tents
you said
you share
with the Australian bore
and I with the Yank girl
that’s a case
from the frying pan
into he fire
Moira said gruffly
I’d rather share my tent
with a shaggy dog
with fleas
she said
I guess
you thought
taking in her tight ***
some
are hard to please.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC
She spat out
a string
of four letter
abuse words
followed by American *****
you stood at the bar
at the base camp
outside Stockholm
sipping a beer
Moira stood beside you
in grumpy mood
her Glaswegian tones
still in the air
others in the bar
gazed your way
amused
some giving
a small titter
if have to share a tent
with her one more night
I’ll suffocate her
with my sleeping bag
over her head
she said
you girls
don’t get on then?
you said
more expletives followed
after which she sipped
from her glass
of white wine
you lit a cigarette
all the time
watching her
listening to her
talking about
the American girl
the tour guide and driver
had picked up
in Hamburg
how she spent ages
in the shower
at base camps
across northern Europe
how she got her man
whom she slept with
and what she did
and leather
said Moira
her and her ****** leather
I know her sort
she added
you studied her
as she spoke
her short stature
her wild blazing eyes
her hair tight curled
her small ****
pressing against
her tee shirt
then she was silent
and leaned on the bar
sipping the wine
grimacing
staring at the mirror
behind the bar
maybe we could swap tents
you said
you share
with the Australian bore
and I with the Yank girl
that’s a case
from the frying pan
into he fire
Moira said gruffly
I’d rather share my tent
with a shaggy dog
with fleas
she said
I guess
you thought
taking in her tight ***
some
are hard to please.
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