He closed the Dostoyevsky book;
she shut the romantic novel
leaving the characters just
meeting at a party.
The Parisian street lights
were on outside the window
of their cheap hotel.
She suggested they go
to their usual restaurant
for dinner, then go see
the opera.
He liked the waitresses
at the restaurant
with their tight black skirts
and white blouses.
He hoped it wasn't
Bizet's opera; he preferred
Wagner or Pucinni.
She went to get dressed
(she had lain naked
after the *** earlier.)
He changed into his blue suit
and white shirt and tie.
She came in
and tidied up the bed.
He watched her
as she moved
and moaned.
She gazed at him
all neat and tidy
in his blue suit and tie.
He liked the red dressed
she wore with its
tight fit and figure
capturing cloth.
They went out
into the warm evening air
and busy streets.
He carried the image
of her naked in his head.
She left all that
behind between sheets
on the made up bed.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
He closed the Dostoyevsky book;
she shut the romantic novel
leaving the characters just
meeting at a party.
The Parisian street lights
were on outside the window
of their cheap hotel.
She suggested they go
to their usual restaurant
for dinner, then go see
the opera.
He liked the waitresses
at the restaurant
with their tight black skirts
and white blouses.
He hoped it wasn't
Bizet's opera; he preferred
Wagner or Pucinni.
She went to get dressed
(she had lain naked
after the *** earlier.)
He changed into his blue suit
and white shirt and tie.
She came in
and tidied up the bed.
He watched her
as she moved
and moaned.
She gazed at him
all neat and tidy
in his blue suit and tie.
He liked the red dressed
she wore with its
tight fit and figure
capturing cloth.
They went out
into the warm evening air
and busy streets.
He carried the image
of her naked in his head.
She left all that
behind between sheets
on the made up bed.
