Jasmina sat cross-legged on my bed me eyeballing her plentiful thighs opens her bag pulls out a mickey of Scotch hallelujahs all around she smiling right into me huge eyes confessing everything,
  "Got any pot?"  She said,
  "Sure"
We got into the pot leaving the booze alone on the dresser with the shadows and us moving into the dead sunlight blowing out clouds of smoke curling up to the ceiling we was slow-dancing to Billie Holliday deep deep blues all around us, nightlife musings in the corridors long and deep, her large breasts rubbing against me, into me, into the overblown sad-world grayness, the tall whiskey-memories, the blues bar Friday night confessions, easy sliding down heart-gone-cold boulevard, life sad and distant but her cheek on mine man, her crotch stroking me gently in the smoke-filled paradise, until the end of the night long long wanton song blasting your brain-dead musings, she giggling under the influence, her hands on my waist, her big feet clumsy and sensual she spinning around giving me soft kisses hands move to my ass world cruel and far-away gladness, us feeling the luck one more time sweet-sugar-moans, one more time in steady rhythm with the universal be-bop...

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