Abela
sighs out a
big breathy
sexual
satisfied
woman's sigh
sex is done
we lie there
on the bed
satiated
she glowing
me sweating
just moonlight
in the sky
with sprinkled
shiny stars
hotel room
(3 star joint)
window open
some music
from afar
want more booze
she whispers
in my ear
I get up
out of bed
pour her a
white wine
myself scotch
with cold ice
we lie and
sip our booze
when we're back
at the shop
we must have
modern art
I suggest
that old stuff's
too boring
she lies there
sipping wine
her fine legs
slightly spread
no guessing
I suppose
studying
her soft fruit
what's ahead.
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