Nima's aunt's spare bed
was firm and old
and after we had made love twice
we lay back on the bed
and lit up cigarettes
this is my moody cousin's room I think
Nima said
wonder what she'd think
if she knew I'd been ravished here?
not please I guess
I said
she'll know I've slept here
but not that I've had ***
in her big bed
Nima said
I looked around the room
there were a few paintings
on the walls
a big mirror on one wall
opposite the bed
a dressing table by the window
well Benny
what do you think?
about what?
I said
the bed?
the ***
the foreplay?
she said
all good
I said
(the foreplay
had been her idea
and it kind of
stretched things out a bit)
twice over too
she said
watching smoke rise upward
what would your aunt say
if she found out I'd been here?
I said
not pleased
she's a bit of a moralist
Nima said
(as if being a moralist
was a kind illness
with little hope)
but I can picture
my moody cousin's face
had she come in
as we were well away
Nima said smiling
in fact I imagined it
the second time we shagged
imagined her by the door
with a face as white as snow
and her eyes
as large as an owls
she laughed
I imagined nothing
just went with the flow
sensing myself
in a bright sun's glow.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
Nima's aunt's spare bed
was firm and old
and after we had made love twice
we lay back on the bed
and lit up cigarettes
this is my moody cousin's room I think
Nima said
wonder what she'd think
if she knew I'd been ravished here?
not please I guess
I said
she'll know I've slept here
but not that I've had ***
in her big bed
Nima said
I looked around the room
there were a few paintings
on the walls
a big mirror on one wall
opposite the bed
a dressing table by the window
well Benny
what do you think?
about what?
I said
the bed?
the ***
the foreplay?
she said
all good
I said
(the foreplay
had been her idea
and it kind of
stretched things out a bit)
twice over too
she said
watching smoke rise upward
what would your aunt say
if she found out I'd been here?
I said
not pleased
she's a bit of a moralist
Nima said
(as if being a moralist
was a kind illness
with little hope)
but I can picture
my moody cousin's face
had she come in
as we were well away
Nima said smiling
in fact I imagined it
the second time we shagged
imagined her by the door
with a face as white as snow
and her eyes
as large as an owls
she laughed
I imagined nothing
just went with the flow
sensing myself
in a bright sun's glow.
