SEX WITH MISS PINKIE.

[dadio]

Miss Pinkie stood
at the window
of her bedroom
looking out

across the way
the street lamps competing
with the moon and stars
the Mahler playing

from the other room
you laying there
on your back
studying her broad butt

the way her hair
seemed like that
of one of those French dames
in 18th century France

her body semi pink
in the half light
of the room
I’ll get you another drink

in a minute
she said
it’s just the way this moon
is shining kind of

caught my eye
she added
her fingers parting
the net curtains

you catching a glimpse
of one of her big boobs
in the moon’s light
why your husband left you

I’ll never know
you said
especially as the sex
is good

she turned
and in half shadow
she said
he found someone younger

someone
half my age and size
that’s disloyal
you said

it’s life
some people
are like that
she said

and she went out
the room
and you lay looking
through the net curtains

at the moon
remembering the sex
some few minutes ago
the bed on the go

the connecting of flesh
and exchange of juices
the kisses
the holds

the playful biting
of boobs and skin
and she sighing
come on

come in
and the Mahler symphony
in the background
from the her Hifi

and you slapping her ass
as she liked
as you lay beneath
as she rode away

water with your Scotch?
she called out
from the kitchen
no straight

two fingers
you replied
looking down
at your pecker

which laying sleeping
or had died.