Miller in Paris


You tell me that I stink

The city has soiled me

I agree to shower

You are now masturbating

As we were too tired to fuck

I look out of the shower room window

And see a well-dressed man

Possibly an academic

Watching you

I admire his pleasure

You are asleep

When I return

I slide in next to you

And touch your nipples

They harden

But you do not wake up

I cover you with a sheet

So that only your breasts are exposed

I watch them move as you breathe

And fall asleep myself

 


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