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I brought scotch
to her flat
(Miss Pinkie)
late evening
no TV
but music
on her old
boxed hi-fi
Mahler's 1st
or his 5th
then she'd sit
next to me
on the couch
lights dimmed low
she made up
hair done nice
with a short
nightie on
and she'd say
now Benny
how about
you and me
getting down
this whiskey
a few chocs
then have some
real hot ***
We added
a few more
good whiskies
some dark chocs
more Mahler
then we'd walk
to her bed
(big double)
and strip off
and climb in
or fall in
a bright moon
shining in
from the sky
a train passed
on the track
quite nearby
Mahler played
the final
loud movement
as we made
our prelude
or foreplay
little games
before ***
then the ***
then lying
on our backs
as Mahler
was silent
and trains gone
faraway
and moon shone.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
Don't throw
your love away,
I heard her say
one day.
She was sitting in a chair
with moonlight in her hair,
brushing her fingers
through the long locks
giving me looks.
I give no love away;
I spend it wisely,
I replied
(although I knew
I lied).
Real love is not
to be wasted,
she said
with a slight toss
of her head,
then went and lay
on the bed, and lying
back down on the bed,
indicated I lay
beside her
if I dare
or if cared to;
(I hesitated
what to do).
I won't bite,
she said.
I took in
the nightdress
she wore:
a dull red.
Not what I heard,
I told her.
She smiled
(the kind of smile
to drive me wild).
Well come try;
don't be shy,
she uttered
looking at me
temptingly
(silly me).
Do I dare?
(the T.S. Eliot poem
came to mind).
Come on,
she said,
don't keep me
waiting alone.
I stood looking at her
lying there:
do I dare to
eat a peach?
Or **** her fruits?
Taste my ware,
she said
with a slight shake
of her head.
Not sure,
I replied.
She lay back
and sighed:
don't throw
your love away,
I heard her say,
let me be
your testing ground.
I gazed at her
taking in her soft fruits,
but made no sound.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
Miss Pinkie
wore the most
hideous
kimono
I had seen
and I'd seen
quite a few
and she stood
by the door
and said
how about
you and I
stripping off
have a bath
together
then dry each
other off
have some *****
put some cool
jazz music
then get down
to some ***
So we did
although the
bath was small
and tight for
us both there
(she being
a bit plump)
but we soaped
and rinsed off
and dried down
put on jazz
and drank *****
got ready
for some ***
but the dame
went to bed
for a snooze.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC