Abela managed
to get back from
the concert
(Bartók’s string
quartets 1 &2)
without imbibing
too much *****
but she had had enough
to make her merry
and coming along
the corridor of our hotel
she begin singing
her favourite Mozart aria
I walked beside her smiling
but wishing to hell
she'd keep her voice down
a door opened up
behind us
and a man said
please keep your voice down
it is getting late
and my wife and I
are trying to sleep
I nodded and said
sorry just getting
my girlfriend to our room
Abela stopped singing
and looked back
at the man
whose head
was sticking out
from a doorway
go back to your **** wife
and give her some
that should
get her to sleep
Abela said
swaying side to side
I took her arm
come on Honey
I said
to bed with you
she pulled her arm away
and said
it's a free country Bud
even if Tito runs it
with that she walked
swaying along to our room
and went in
I shrugged to the man
and followed her
into our room
I don't know
what the guy did
to his wife
or if they went to sleep
but Abela and I
got undressed
(she singing that
Mozart aria again)
and got in bed
(she forgot
the foreplay)
and cuddling up to me
talked about our day.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
Abela managed
to get back from
the concert
(Bartók’s string
quartets 1 &2)
without imbibing
too much *****
but she had had enough
to make her merry
and coming along
the corridor of our hotel
she begin singing
her favourite Mozart aria
I walked beside her smiling
but wishing to hell
she'd keep her voice down
a door opened up
behind us
and a man said
please keep your voice down
it is getting late
and my wife and I
are trying to sleep
I nodded and said
sorry just getting
my girlfriend to our room
Abela stopped singing
and looked back
at the man
whose head
was sticking out
from a doorway
go back to your **** wife
and give her some
that should
get her to sleep
Abela said
swaying side to side
I took her arm
come on Honey
I said
to bed with you
she pulled her arm away
and said
it's a free country Bud
even if Tito runs it
with that she walked
swaying along to our room
and went in
I shrugged to the man
and followed her
into our room
I don't know
what the guy did
to his wife
or if they went to sleep
but Abela and I
got undressed
(she singing that
Mozart aria again)
and got in bed
(she forgot
the foreplay)
and cuddling up to me
talked about our day.
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