The Moroccan sun was hot
and the sands
of the beach
down from the base camp
were warm
beneath your feet
as Mamie and you
took a walk
looking seaward
then skyward
the sounds
from the base camp
becoming faded
background buzz
and she said
those toilets are a disgrace
two bricks
over a hole
in the ground
and after a few drinks
one stands there
swaying fearing
to fall in
yes not quite up
to the 5 star hotel standard
you said
but this is a camping trip
across half of Europe
and beyond
not some top notch
holiday in the swanky
middle class arena
but still
she moaned
trying to balance
on two bricks
is no mean trick
you sensed her hand
hold yours
her skin warm
sticking to your skin
her fingers moving
between yours
and you recalled
the night just gone
while the guy
you shared the tent with
had gone on a trip
to Fez
you and she
kissed and embraced
and did the business
while outside
you could hear
the voices
of others
as they passed by
or music played on guitars
from the guys
in the bar
up a small way
as you both lay
on your backs
staring at the blue top
of the tent
the heat of the sun
pushed through
and the bodies wet
with sweat
and she put
a hand on your belly
and rubbed
in a circular motion
as far away
you heard
the sway
and run
of the Mediterranean sea
and nearby voices
and their laughter
and gossip
as you and she
kissed
lip to hot lip.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
The Moroccan sun was hot
and the sands
of the beach
down from the base camp
were warm
beneath your feet
as Mamie and you
took a walk
looking seaward
then skyward
the sounds
from the base camp
becoming faded
background buzz
and she said
those toilets are a disgrace
two bricks
over a hole
in the ground
and after a few drinks
one stands there
swaying fearing
to fall in
yes not quite up
to the 5 star hotel standard
you said
but this is a camping trip
across half of Europe
and beyond
not some top notch
holiday in the swanky
middle class arena
but still
she moaned
trying to balance
on two bricks
is no mean trick
you sensed her hand
hold yours
her skin warm
sticking to your skin
her fingers moving
between yours
and you recalled
the night just gone
while the guy
you shared the tent with
had gone on a trip
to Fez
you and she
kissed and embraced
and did the business
while outside
you could hear
the voices
of others
as they passed by
or music played on guitars
from the guys
in the bar
up a small way
as you both lay
on your backs
staring at the blue top
of the tent
the heat of the sun
pushed through
and the bodies wet
with sweat
and she put
a hand on your belly
and rubbed
in a circular motion
as far away
you heard
the sway
and run
of the Mediterranean sea
and nearby voices
and their laughter
and gossip
as you and she
kissed
lip to hot lip.
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