MOBY DICK 1973
Posted: October 20th, 2016, 12:34 pm
She lies there
on the floor
of our room
in that cheap
small hotel
in Paris.
I wonder
who else has
lain naked
on this floor
wanting sex
in the raw?
Sonya asks.
You look like
a model
for Degas,
I answer.
Come on then
Benedict
don't dither
standing there
like the Pope
at a down
town orgy,
she tells me.
I undress
taking off
my black jeans,
and tee shirt,
and boxers.
The small white
radio
in the room
oozes out
a Mozart
aria.
Now undressed
I watch her
taking in
her plump fruits
and blonde thatch.
I descend
upon her
and harpoon
her softly
(my well known
party trick),
with my young
Moby Dick.
on the floor
of our room
in that cheap
small hotel
in Paris.
I wonder
who else has
lain naked
on this floor
wanting sex
in the raw?
Sonya asks.
You look like
a model
for Degas,
I answer.
Come on then
Benedict
don't dither
standing there
like the Pope
at a down
town orgy,
she tells me.
I undress
taking off
my black jeans,
and tee shirt,
and boxers.
The small white
radio
in the room
oozes out
a Mozart
aria.
Now undressed
I watch her
taking in
her plump fruits
and blonde thatch.
I descend
upon her
and harpoon
her softly
(my well known
party trick),
with my young
Moby Dick.
