It was late
Abela
was sozzled
had a job
getting her
in the lift
of the cheap
beach hotel
where we stayed
overseas
not far now
I told her
nearly there
let me walk
on my own
she told me
pushing me
to one side
in the short
passageway
I watched her
swaying walk
I can dance
she uttered
and began
to tiptoe
a dance move
moving round
and around
then collapsed
on the floor
her short skirt
showing all
help me up
don't stand there
reaching down
I lifted her
to her feet
holding her
up steady
time for bed
I told her
can't you wait?
she uttered
HE CAN'T WAIT
she bellowed
HE WANTS ***
she bellowed
I shushed her
a finger
on her lips
be quiet
it's quite late
I told her
a few doors
opened up
a few heads
looked at us
what's the noise?
a guy asked
bleary eyed
Benedict
tell the guy
to **** off
Abela said
it's ok
I told him
she's a bit
worse for drink
and moved her
in our room
and locked up
where are we?
she uttered
in our room
I replied
what room's that?
she quizzed me
hotel room
I replied
where's the loo?
want to ***
she uttered
I showed her
and shut the door
and waited by
then she sang
some Mozart
aria
then she puked
you ok?
I asked her
more Mozart
filled the room
of the loo
the the flush
of water
along side
the Mozart
she puked again
a tap ran
water splashed
then she sang
Bach arias
as she washed
you ok?
I asked her
she came out
and walked by
still singing
her short skirt
was tucked up
in her bright
pink *******
time for bed
I told her
can't you wait?
she replied
she began
to undress
unsteady
still singing
I watched her
can I help?
I asked her
if you like
she replied
no more Bach
I told her
I helped her
get undressed
then put her
in her short
pink nightie
and put her
into bed
she dozed off
and I slept
on the couch
with my coat
over me
not wanting
to disturb
her slumber
or get puked
on in bed
far away
church bells rang
and sea sounds
from the beach
she slept on
in the bed
we made love
quite lovely
in my head.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
It was late
Abela
was sozzled
had a job
getting her
in the lift
of the cheap
beach hotel
where we stayed
overseas
not far now
I told her
nearly there
let me walk
on my own
she told me
pushing me
to one side
in the short
passageway
I watched her
swaying walk
I can dance
she uttered
and began
to tiptoe
a dance move
moving round
and around
then collapsed
on the floor
her short skirt
showing all
help me up
don't stand there
reaching down
I lifted her
to her feet
holding her
up steady
time for bed
I told her
can't you wait?
she uttered
HE CAN'T WAIT
she bellowed
HE WANTS ***
she bellowed
I shushed her
a finger
on her lips
be quiet
it's quite late
I told her
a few doors
opened up
a few heads
looked at us
what's the noise?
a guy asked
bleary eyed
Benedict
tell the guy
to **** off
Abela said
it's ok
I told him
she's a bit
worse for drink
and moved her
in our room
and locked up
where are we?
she uttered
in our room
I replied
what room's that?
she quizzed me
hotel room
I replied
where's the loo?
want to ***
she uttered
I showed her
and shut the door
and waited by
then she sang
some Mozart
aria
then she puked
you ok?
I asked her
more Mozart
filled the room
of the loo
the the flush
of water
along side
the Mozart
she puked again
a tap ran
water splashed
then she sang
Bach arias
as she washed
you ok?
I asked her
she came out
and walked by
still singing
her short skirt
was tucked up
in her bright
pink *******
time for bed
I told her
can't you wait?
she replied
she began
to undress
unsteady
still singing
I watched her
can I help?
I asked her
if you like
she replied
no more Bach
I told her
I helped her
get undressed
then put her
in her short
pink nightie
and put her
into bed
she dozed off
and I slept
on the couch
with my coat
over me
not wanting
to disturb
her slumber
or get puked
on in bed
far away
church bells rang
and sea sounds
from the beach
she slept on
in the bed
we made love
quite lovely
in my head.
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