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Sleeping Beauty...

That was your lamp I saw last night
The one that dimly glowed
Prayed to tell, that you were sleepless
As was I, on Dreamland's road

Too much wine and not enough
I could drink no more
Sleep was a fleeting fancy
As I stood, outside your door

I could hear you softly breathing
At least, I thought I could
I imagined more, as I closed my eyes
I might wake you; think I should?

No, rejection was too likely
I was feeling bad enough
No, just hide my disappointment
I guessed, I'd just hang tough

But, I hear a quiet footstep
Saw the doorknob turning slow
Oh Lord she's going to catch me
I don't want her to know

I freeze into the darkness
I hear her sigh and then
She moans my name and says; I want him
Will he come back again?

I'm here my darling nympho
Don't you ever fear
I will love you much and slow
All I want is to be near

So we closed the door real quiet
We jumped into the bed
The wine had dulled my senses
She started giving head

Oh, for goodness sake!
I hear a tapping on the door
I don't know how to take
Her shove upon the floor

I have visions; a husband angry
It's just a kid wants comfort
I whisper what about me?
Under the bed, I find some port

Swallowed heart and wine
She puts the kid right back to bed
I'm thinking everything is fine
She goes back to giving head

But now a door is slammed shut
I hear a bellowed Maria
If I want save my butt
I go out the window, See ya!

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A true to life experience. I was only sixteen and she was thirty, so I don't have any worries that she will ever hear that I wrote of our tryst. As for Hector; he must have killed someone else by now and went prison or died in a drive-by by now, so I'm not worried about him either.
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good heavens Guy you have bestowed many a feeling apon the reader
This is excellent

Chrys

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There were plenty of feelings in it, even though it was many years ago, I still feel the pounding of my heart. ~ Geezer.
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have needed a gun; he was the biggest Porto Rican I've ever seen! I don't believe that it would have been worth it and I'm sure that you would have written something like it, had you thought of it. Still, I wonder if Hector hadn't come home right then
if it would have been something that I would have remembered so vividly? Or would it have been just another forgotten experience from my wild and wooly youth? Thanks for the read and comments. ~ Geezer.
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