something changed out the lid
changed itperhaps to the familiarthe less-threatening no clouds
nothing but blue skies coming my way
there wasnt a cloud in the skynot
a single curl or waft
blue blue bluer skies
surrounded by blue skies in every fuckin direction
it was BLUE it
was disorienting(it reminded him of diving off a sailboat at an actresss
behest into the brilliant pearlyblue caldera off Santorini in the Aegean Sea an
having to follow his bubbles updistinguishing up from downwhere the surface an
his breath could be found) saving a barebreasted maiden from drowning was unexpected an enticing then the absinthethe disco in a cave insane he just wished he had some hashish to join Baudelaire
I have felt the wings of madness flutter above my head instead an insanely beautiful Greekrocked out
of her gourd straddled himlifted her blouseheld her breastsrubbed them against
his face he suckled her he supposedhe didnt understand her language
but she didnt pull away when he sought her deepbrown erect nipples she gyrated on his lap feeling his hardon
against her groinperhaps her clit it
was a breathlessthen a heavingbreath encounter he came to their grindingshe shuddered maybe she did or maybe she didnt she
may have been a good actress but he
unseated hertook her to the edge of the throbbing dance floor in a dark corner she took him in her mouth he marveled at her beautyher wide eyes her awareness of his awareness he bought her a drink to cleanse her palate they laughedtoasting in different languages she wandered back onto the writhinglaserlit dance
floor
somethings are unforgettable when
youre rocked
reflective blue skies can be like
that if you pay attention
1157, Saturday,
18 11. 17
Doris Day Blue Skies
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K01YNsa_8m8
