A Guitarist's Night
Fresh kiss....
bottle of wine
Made love til half-past nine,
mellow Hendrix, 'Little Wing'
'Hey Baby' ----
She moaned to it, sighing soft,
purred to it....
A beautiful old music carrying us away;
she was so French, crazy in love ----
romping the house with purple eyes
and little blue(s) pant*es,
I cooked for her dishes, hours
to please her wet-appetite,
insatiable...
always red lipstick thick,
pure white chics;
all Woman,
she was
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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