Trix Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

[resubmitted because the original was deleted due to profanity! ]

Trix knew so many tricks!

She had the violence of a typhoon,
the darkness of the Scottish skies,
the crudeness of a Muddy Waters' blues,
and the sexuality of a Playmate.

That Dutch chick was trés chic.
She was the Devil’s gift to MANkind.
She used to hang out in the Kremlin.
No, not that Kremlin!
This was a bar in Amsterdam,
where wearing sunglasses was a must,
even in pitch black.

Trix knew so many tricks!

The beard I had grown
would turn her on unforgivably.
In her orifices
my manhood would become woman’s food.
She would suckle my coke powdered body
like a thirsty wildebeest
that had discovered the last waterhole
during the dry season,
and she would demand
another XTC pill
before she suckled it again.

One night I saw her having fun,
flirting with a group of students in a club.
When I asked her what she was doing
she said:
‘They’re six, while babe you’re one! ’

Trix knew so many tricks!