We'd been
and stood
by the Arc de Triomphe
had coffee in some street cafe
and Sonya
talked about existentialism
and Sartre and Camus
I sipped my beer
and watched her lips moving
and how she had brought
her blonde hair
into a fine ponytail
and the top
she was wearing
was nice and tight
and kind of hugged her *******
and her eyes
so ice blue
I wanted to drink there
or maybe swim around
one creates ones own truth
she said
there is no objective truth
and I noticed how
she sat
the way her legs
were crossed
and how her foot dangled
as she spoke
sandalled foot
red-painted toenails
or there is also
the leap of faith idea
she went on
and I wondered
if when we got back
to our hotel late evening
and she was still sober
or I
whether we would
have *** and that
***** foreplay
like we did late night
or that time
at midday.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
We'd been
and stood
by the Arc de Triomphe
had coffee in some street cafe
and Sonya
talked about existentialism
and Sartre and Camus
I sipped my beer
and watched her lips moving
and how she had brought
her blonde hair
into a fine ponytail
and the top
she was wearing
was nice and tight
and kind of hugged her *******
and her eyes
so ice blue
I wanted to drink there
or maybe swim around
one creates ones own truth
she said
there is no objective truth
and I noticed how
she sat
the way her legs
were crossed
and how her foot dangled
as she spoke
sandalled foot
red-painted toenails
or there is also
the leap of faith idea
she went on
and I wondered
if when we got back
to our hotel late evening
and she was still sober
or I
whether we would
have *** and that
***** foreplay
like we did late night
or that time
at midday.
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