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We lay on the grass in St James' Park Nima and I. Beneath a hot sun and pale blue sky. Wish there was some place we could go she said somewhere we could go and have *** Yes wish there was I said. People passed by on the path kids played on the grass in their childhood world and games. Ducks and drakes swam on the water over the way. Remember that time we had that room over by Charing Cross and the landlady came up and you opened the door in your underpants? Nima said. I can't forget the look on her face I said with a smile. You still off the drugs? I said. She moved her head and stared at me so far she replied. She was back home at her parents' place out of the hospital with the nurses and quacks. Bought that Beatles' LP she said looking back at the sky. I studied her rising and falling ******* beneath her red tee shirt her hands behind her head. Is it any good? I said wishing we were in some bed not here on the grass. It's fabulous she said played it over and over much to my parents' disapproval. I recalled that night in that cheap hotel room and watching her slow taking off clothes removal.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
*** DRUGS AND ROCK AND ROLL 1967.
We lay on the grass in St James' Park Nima and I. Beneath a hot sun and pale blue sky. Wish there was some place we could go she said somewhere we could go and have *** Yes wish there was I said. People passed by on the path kids played on the grass in their childhood world and games. Ducks and drakes swam on the water over the way. Remember that time we had that room over by Charing Cross and the landlady came up and you opened the door in your underpants? Nima said. I can't forget the look on her face I said with a smile. You still off the drugs? I said. She moved her head and stared at me so far she replied. She was back home at her parents' place out of the hospital with the nurses and quacks. Bought that Beatles' LP she said looking back at the sky. I studied her rising and falling ******* beneath her red tee shirt her hands behind her head. Is it any good? I said wishing we were in some bed not here on the grass. It's fabulous she said played it over and over much to my parents' disapproval. I recalled that night in that cheap hotel room and watching her slow taking off clothes removal.
A COUPLE IN LONDON 1967
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
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