What shall I wear
tonight in Tangiers?
Miriam asked
as we sat
in the base camp bar
what have you
got to wear?
I asked
I've one dress
I didn't think
we'd go out anywhere
to need a dress
we neither
I said
she sipped her coke
why do I have
to wear a dress?
she said
wear what you want
I'm sure all the dames
haven't got dresses
I said
I gazed at her
in her red top
and white shorts
and sandals
it's all right for you
you can wear
what you like
she said
but we have
to wear dresses
in the clubs
wear the dress then
I said
o Benny I hate dresses
I'd rather wear
jeans or shorts
she said
who said
to wear a dress?
one of the other girls
said it was best
Miriam said
wear what you want
I said
she sighed
and got off
the bar stool
what will you wear?
she asked
I've some trousers
and my jacket
and a proper shirt
I guess
I said
if you're wearing
proper gear
so will I
she said
but before that
I'm going to the showers
and having a good clean up
can I come
do your back?
I asked
no men allowed
in the women's showers
she said
shame
I said
yes it is
she replied
she sipped her drink
and went off
and walked away
and I watched her go
with her sexy sway.
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