Our Paris
still in minds
as Sonya
and I lay
in our bed
in that cheap
hotel room
French music
from the white
radio
playing out
to the room
she lay there
opening up
her flower
sweet scented
that waitress
Sonya said
swayed her ***
just for you
I am sure
I doubt it
just the way
she walked there
(maybe it
was for me
that I hoped)
if you say
Sonya said
some dame sang
some Mozart
on the white
radio
Sonya knew
so she sang
along too
I gardened
her flower
sweet scented
some Mozart
aria
in my ears
as we sexed
her flower
in the cool
late dark hour.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
Our Paris
still in minds
as Sonya
and I lay
in our bed
in that cheap
hotel room
French music
from the white
radio
playing out
to the room
she lay there
opening up
her flower
sweet scented
that waitress
Sonya said
swayed her ***
just for you
I am sure
I doubt it
just the way
she walked there
(maybe it
was for me
that I hoped)
if you say
Sonya said
some dame sang
some Mozart
on the white
radio
Sonya knew
so she sang
along too
I gardened
her flower
sweet scented
some Mozart
aria
in my ears
as we sexed
her flower
in the cool
late dark hour.
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