Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Tale Of A Gigolo - Poem by Slava Olchevski

In the most expensive restaurants, I like to dine
Looking at high prices of the best wines
Although, I can afford nothing to eat, but bread
I’ll tell you the reason I am there, my little secret

I am seating alone, cold bubbly water I sip
Checking out the ladies that seem to be rich & hip
The ones that looks abandoned and not bonsoir
I let them know about my repertoire

The looks, the words, all tricks of the trade that I have
I learnt from the best at Arnie de Saint Genevieve
So, there you have it, a night of wonderful sex
The kind that you never got from your former ex

Erotic pleasures will be driving you mad
The morning after, when I leave your bed
I collect my fee and kiss your lovely braids
You will never forgive me that I gave you f*king AIDS

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009



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