I wash down
in the small
white shower
off the small
hotel room
in Paris
Sonya sits
on the bed
just waiting
for her turn
to shower
off the ***
juices there
on her flesh
we'd just made
she's thinking
of the art
that we'd seen
the Monets
the Van Goghs
I'm thinking
of the small
street cafe
where we ate
and sipped wine
and that fine
good looking
slim waitress
with an ***
to die for
and dark eyes
to drink from
like small cups
Sonya sings
with some dame
singing from
the large black
radio
on the side
some Mozart
aria
the waitress
in my mind
washes down
my wet skin
hurry up
Sonya calls
as she sings
come Benny
open up
let me in.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
I wash down
in the small
white shower
off the small
hotel room
in Paris
Sonya sits
on the bed
just waiting
for her turn
to shower
off the ***
juices there
on her flesh
we'd just made
she's thinking
of the art
that we'd seen
the Monets
the Van Goghs
I'm thinking
of the small
street cafe
where we ate
and sipped wine
and that fine
good looking
slim waitress
with an ***
to die for
and dark eyes
to drink from
like small cups
Sonya sings
with some dame
singing from
the large black
radio
on the side
some Mozart
aria
the waitress
in my mind
washes down
my wet skin
hurry up
Sonya calls
as she sings
come Benny
open up
let me in.
A MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS IN 1973.
