Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Lisbeth Salander-s last Fuck.
Always TOUGH when U cant find that illusive condom when the BABE, spread eagled, goin GO! GO! GO!....but its NOT the Gal, its YOU and the many ghosts of your dreams awake U from Sleep into your Living memory....and all U R left with is a pictorial of Skeletal dances of People, clothed in skin, the things that used to BE...
Skinny Maid.
Skinny Maid...this side of Paradise. Skinny Maid, LEE/vied, pony tailed, chilled, no immediate relations, sucking on a Rollie cigarette...at the Scene of the Crime whence U buzzed off a ya Gal, ya Paramour, left a Partner, flying, lost in the wind in London, rainy streets, or NYC Orchestra traffic, YELLOW CABS, or Paris Escargot FARTS that sustain the Eiffel Tower!
Skinny Maid, O Sole Mio, Unsung, birds in Tuscany trees almost lament, Simon and Garfunkels ZE Sound of Silencio, her secret worship, that Social Umbrella to keep YOUR rain away. And HER, far apart from You...
Skinny Maid, Gigolo target, yet she can recite the BLESSING from the Koran, right to left, alone in a Montmartre Hotel, her Vibrator, no batteries, saving her UNGST for when she meets YOU on some Riviera Vacanza, U saying Suck my Penis, she responding, not part of my plan.... TAZZORING U.,
do U Sleep, awake, or lose your Foreskin....
Skinny Maid this side of Paradise, Unkempt, backpack, Credit Cards, Tours Euro Vacation SITU...and FINDS U ...like a newly laid EGG....albeit, within the caresses of a skinny maid in...where else...Monte Carlo. And all that awaits.
c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicilia.
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