We slept on the coach
from Madrid to Malaga
apart for getting out for meals
and to stretch our legs
Miriam sat next to me
sometimes laying
her head on my shoulder
other times looking out
at the passing Spanish scenes
that last meal was nice
she said
I could have eaten more
so that is why you
were nibbling my ear
back there?
I said
no that was
for different reasons
she said
if we were alone
on this coach
instead 30 odd of us
I'd have you
on the back seat
not sure the driver
we'd be pleased us
******** on his back seat
I said
when we get to Malaga
and in our tents
maybe *** can be
on the cards
she said
but you share
with that quiet girl
who wouldn't say
boo to a goose
not sure she'd
appreciate it
I said
she laughed
not with her
or with her there
Piccaso was born there
I said
my favourite artist
was he?
she said
yes and there's
a Roman theatre there too
I said
not too much culture please
she said
ok
I said
she unzipped my jeans
and her put hand inside
to investigate my pecker
her fingers
like a bird's beak
pecking at it
I held her hand
and removed it
you'll have to wait
until we hit camp
I said
she sighed
and put her hand back
in her lap
I placed my hand
on her thigh
and touched her skin
she smiled
but wouldn't
let me in.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
We slept on the coach
from Madrid to Malaga
apart for getting out for meals
and to stretch our legs
Miriam sat next to me
sometimes laying
her head on my shoulder
other times looking out
at the passing Spanish scenes
that last meal was nice
she said
I could have eaten more
so that is why you
were nibbling my ear
back there?
I said
no that was
for different reasons
she said
if we were alone
on this coach
instead 30 odd of us
I'd have you
on the back seat
not sure the driver
we'd be pleased us
******** on his back seat
I said
when we get to Malaga
and in our tents
maybe *** can be
on the cards
she said
but you share
with that quiet girl
who wouldn't say
boo to a goose
not sure she'd
appreciate it
I said
she laughed
not with her
or with her there
Piccaso was born there
I said
my favourite artist
was he?
she said
yes and there's
a Roman theatre there too
I said
not too much culture please
she said
ok
I said
she unzipped my jeans
and her put hand inside
to investigate my pecker
her fingers
like a bird's beak
pecking at it
I held her hand
and removed it
you'll have to wait
until we hit camp
I said
she sighed
and put her hand back
in her lap
I placed my hand
on her thigh
and touched her skin
she smiled
but wouldn't
let me in.
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