Miss Pinkie
(she had dropped
the Mrs
after her divorce)
undressed slowly
she was an older
and plumper version
of Marie Antoinette
I lay on her bed
looking at her disrobe
so why
did you leave
the convent?
I asked
things happen
she said
you realize
what you are missing
or will miss
the moon was held
in the corner
of her bedroom window
like a fresh minted coin
and what was that?
what was what?
what was it
you were missing
or feared
you might miss?
children
marriage
***
she said
plunging
on her side
of the bed
and I have my son
and maybe
a grandchild one day
she turned towards me
her big blue eyes
searching me
I smiled
she had a similarity
to a hippo sunbathing
on a river bank
Mahler was playing
from her Hi-Fi
in the lounge
she put a hand
on her hip
her ******* moved
like piglets at play
sure you don't want
another drink?
she asked
no I’m fine
she ran a finger
along my thigh
my pecker stirred
from its slumber
her fingers walked
along my groin
her nails
were bright red
she had
the kind of touch
that could have
raised Lazarus
from the dead.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
Miss Pinkie
(she had dropped
the Mrs
after her divorce)
undressed slowly
she was an older
and plumper version
of Marie Antoinette
I lay on her bed
looking at her disrobe
so why
did you leave
the convent?
I asked
things happen
she said
you realize
what you are missing
or will miss
the moon was held
in the corner
of her bedroom window
like a fresh minted coin
and what was that?
what was what?
what was it
you were missing
or feared
you might miss?
children
marriage
***
she said
plunging
on her side
of the bed
and I have my son
and maybe
a grandchild one day
she turned towards me
her big blue eyes
searching me
I smiled
she had a similarity
to a hippo sunbathing
on a river bank
Mahler was playing
from her Hi-Fi
in the lounge
she put a hand
on her hip
her ******* moved
like piglets at play
sure you don't want
another drink?
she asked
no I’m fine
she ran a finger
along my thigh
my pecker stirred
from its slumber
her fingers walked
along my groin
her nails
were bright red
she had
the kind of touch
that could have
raised Lazarus
from the dead.
A YOUNG MAN AND AN OLDER WOMAN IN 1973.
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