It was the day after
I’d been to London
on a protest march
and Netanya said
I want you
to come
to my place
this afternoon
as I want to talk to you
my husband will be out
I was hesitant
not out
of any moral quandary
or in case
her husband found out
or that her kids
might come home
from school early
but because
I usually liked
to chill out
in the afternoon's
with a glass of scotch
and listen to Mahler
but I said
ok what time?
any time after 1pm
he's gone by then
she said
so forsaking
my scotch and Mahler
I walked around
to her place
and she let me
into her lounge
and offered me
tea or coffee
I took the coffee
and we sat on her sofa
and she talked
and I listened
then she took hold
of my pecker
and said
we could have ***
no one is here
no one need know
my pecker woke
from its slumbers
reluctantly
and lay
like a grumpy sailor
after a long voyage
not just now
I said
it wouldn't be right
besides daylight
isn't my best time
she looked at me
with her disappointed eyes
her hand
still holding the pecker
why not?
she said
what if your old guy
comes in
and we're going it some?
he won't
he never
comes home early
too keen on the skirts
at work
what if your kids
come home from school
and find me and you
in the process?
we'll be done by then
she said
I shook my head
and she went
to the record player
and put on
a Dolly Parton LP
and sat beside me again
my pecker still lay
slumped unhappily
another time maybe?
she said
sure
I said
only not here
not in your house
or bed
it doesn't seem right
she pulled
a face of discontent
where then?
your place?
no way
my mother
wouldn't like it
I said
where then?
Netanya said
London?
I said
London?
she repeated
go to London for ***
we can take in a show
and find a cheap hotel
and tell your old man
you're going to London
with a friend
to see some show
and it will give you cover
she sighed
and sipped her coffee
I sipped mine too and gazed
at this middle-aged lover.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
It was the day after
I’d been to London
on a protest march
and Netanya said
I want you
to come
to my place
this afternoon
as I want to talk to you
my husband will be out
I was hesitant
not out
of any moral quandary
or in case
her husband found out
or that her kids
might come home
from school early
but because
I usually liked
to chill out
in the afternoon's
with a glass of scotch
and listen to Mahler
but I said
ok what time?
any time after 1pm
he's gone by then
she said
so forsaking
my scotch and Mahler
I walked around
to her place
and she let me
into her lounge
and offered me
tea or coffee
I took the coffee
and we sat on her sofa
and she talked
and I listened
then she took hold
of my pecker
and said
we could have ***
no one is here
no one need know
my pecker woke
from its slumbers
reluctantly
and lay
like a grumpy sailor
after a long voyage
not just now
I said
it wouldn't be right
besides daylight
isn't my best time
she looked at me
with her disappointed eyes
her hand
still holding the pecker
why not?
she said
what if your old guy
comes in
and we're going it some?
he won't
he never
comes home early
too keen on the skirts
at work
what if your kids
come home from school
and find me and you
in the process?
we'll be done by then
she said
I shook my head
and she went
to the record player
and put on
a Dolly Parton LP
and sat beside me again
my pecker still lay
slumped unhappily
another time maybe?
she said
sure
I said
only not here
not in your house
or bed
it doesn't seem right
she pulled
a face of discontent
where then?
your place?
no way
my mother
wouldn't like it
I said
where then?
Netanya said
London?
I said
London?
she repeated
go to London for ***
we can take in a show
and find a cheap hotel
and tell your old man
you're going to London
with a friend
to see some show
and it will give you cover
she sighed
and sipped her coffee
I sipped mine too and gazed
at this middle-aged lover.
A YOUNG MAN AND AN OLDER WOMAN AND THE PROMISE OF ***
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