She looked kind
She smiled
Smiled warm
Feet on the sides
She opened
Opened wide
“Come on in
Be my guest
You’re welcome
I invite.”
I heard her
I watched her
I was shy
I blushed
And all dressed
Shoe to tie
I observed.
With finger
I touched walls
The sidewalls
Soft and warm
I liked it
She smiled.
Where was that?
What was that?
Was it palace?
Was it a house?
Doors were gates.
Wall papers of Couplan.
The hostess was angel.
Was it a dream?
Was it a house?
Was it brothel?
Why had I ended there?
ADD is what, I'm sick of.
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