SONYA SPOKE.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A SEXUAL ENCOUNTER IN PARIS IN 1973.

Submitted: June 03, 2014

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Sonya spoke
of Kierkegaard.
I sat enthralled,
not by the Danish philosopher

or his philosophy,
but by her,
the way she sat
outside the Parisian café,

her long blonde hair,
her blues eyes
like deep fires,
awaking

my sexual desires,
the way she waved
her slim hand.
She was eating

her second croissant.
I liked the way
she licked
her fingers after,

each one
at least twice,
as if they
were small penises

waiting in turn
to be done,
one by one.
She sipped her coffee,

licked her lips.
I studied
her small tits,
firm and tight,

waiting to be touched
or sucked.
She spoke
of Kierkgeaard's books,

of the leap of faith.
I thought of her
secret garden
waiting to be dug

and fucked.
I sipped coffee,
held it on my tongue,
around my mouth,

savouring it all,
the taste,
the warmth,
the slight bitterness,

sweetness,
each in turn.
She spoke of
Fear and Trembling,

Either/Or,
The Sickness Unto Death,
and other books
he'd written,

that Kierkegaard guy,
while I sat there,
drinking her all in,
hair,

eyes,
tits and hands
and fingers
licking and sucking,

while sat dreaming
of bed and her
and digging
and fucking.


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