PARISIAN WAITRESS 1973.

[dadio]

I wash down
in the small
white shower

off the small
hotel room
in Paris

Sonya sits
on the bed
just waiting

for her turn
to shower
off the sex

juices there
on her flesh
we'd just made

she's thinking
of the art
that we'd seen

the Monets
the Van Goghs
I'm thinking

of the small
street cafe
where we ate

and sipped wine
and that fine
good looking

slim waitress
with an ass
to die for

and dark eyes
to drink from
like small cups

Sonya sings
with some dame
singing from

the large black
radio
on the side

some Mozart
aria
the waitress

in my mind
washes down
my wet skin

hurry up
Sonya calls
as she sings

come Benny
open up
let me in.

[theirishsea]

I like it----as always. I wrote something kinda similar this morning. I posted it on 2 other sites. I'll put it on here too.

Your poems are usually clear and sensuous. You get into your characters' heads. Always interesting to read.

[dadio]

Thank you, Irish