Dee Wright


(()) Breakfast With Tiffany - Poem by Dee Wright

Tiffany & he
(the ugly stranger)

- never get to know his name -

always
shared the same

bus journey
on the long way home

he got on
a few stops after hers.

She remembers thinking:
“God…he’s ugly! ”

But she liked
the beauty

of the way he stared
at her

tits

just openly
stared at them.

She never wore a bra
so
her nipples
brazen as hussies

stared back at him
bold & erect.

Suddenly
on an impulse

some mad whim

she just
did
it.

Undid
her blouse buttons
(one by one)

offered them
to him.

He sucked
greedily

as she came
and made him come

her hand
sticky & warm.

Every night
for the next six weeks

they repeated it

not saying anything

without words
(words would have ruined it)

living out the fantasy
living on the edge

thrilled by it!

Then she’d go home
and be Tiffany

good wife to Timothy.

One night
he didn’t come

and she never saw him
again.

She confessed all this
over a Starbucks

As I choked
on a: “Christ! ” croissant.

One thinks one knows
one’s friends

but really

...does one?


Comments about (()) Breakfast With Tiffany by Dee Wright

  • (8/4/2008 7:35:00 AM)


    LOL! ! ! What a fab and naughty story! Love the croissant..... HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 10, 2008


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