One Thousand One Nights
Met her through a personal ad
Back of the Times-Picayune this is ‘81/'82
I was nervous tongue tied she played it cool
Eyes the size of Olympic pools
Still waters simple jewels
Conversation wanders/I took my cues
Sipped wine with imagined sophistication
Stormed the castle swam the moat
A moments hesitation
Then took the pussy like a slave revolt
Yes, I think you may omit
The details of the seduction
They're never very enlivening: just
Describe the event it'self
I left to make a sale she stayed in bed
Soon as I returned crooked a finger
Spread those legs
I gave her head/no need for reciprocal
She can't suck dick worth shit
The scale is digital
Olivia Newton John/urging me to get physical
But I ain't have the heart
A squirter/floods biblical/the sea parts
Post-coital/cherry glows
She asks me what I'm thinking
I'm wondering what she knows
Draw is no joke/start to doze
But she gots to have it
40 acres and a mule/I'm outta practice
Played myself/Mars Blackmon
Sackcloth & ashes
Victory has a thousand fathers
Defeat is a bastard/in the group home
Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe
With the roof gone
David Copperfield shit/Wuthering Heights
She had me working all night/union job
I got time and a half praise be to Allah
Ignored the fact that her
Stories don't add up like Scheherazade