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400 South First Street, SanJose, California

Updated on August 13, 2013

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,

A cigarette.

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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