400 South First Street, SanJose, California
I see her across the smoke filled bar.
She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen
Long silken hair,
Long and slender legs,
Large, palpable breasts.
Her lips, in but a few short moments, have
Already made her famous, and
Hang like two roast beef slabs,
(Luscious and blood-red,)
Around her Mona Lisa smile.
I want her.
I need her.
(We two are one.)
She is me,
And I am she:
She the queen,
I, her jester.
I approach nervously,
And offer her a drink,
Mockingly, she dismisses me,
Like some worn and tired play-toy.
I crumble and cast to her a ‘surrendered' gaze.
She laughs at seeing the wanting in my eyes.
THE smoke dissipates and the lights come up.
Stepping from the shadows she is more beautiful,
Than I could EVER have imagined.
She commands me to sit and I obey,
For I am the eternal slave.
SHE leans towards me,
Breasts clamoring for release from the blouse which holds them captive.
She tongues her lips, placing them to my ear,
Martini & Rossi breath, massaging my neck.
And, as I draw closer, nervous, anticipating,
It is through nicotine-stained teeth that I hear the whisper:
"Suck my dick, handsome."
© 2013. Three Doves Media, LLC.
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