morning love :: end of line

she said no words
gestured to the seat beside her
“un cafe?” i said in her direction
she smiled
“due espresso, si vou plait”
she folded her paper when the tiny coffees arrived
explicative i still can’t translate
she wasn’t here to play
if there was cash to be made
fine
otherwise
pour the second one on your cock
“i’d like you to do that”
offer accepted
she led me
through a labyrinth of stairs and halls
to the
dingy
apartment
she lit a candle near the bed
asked to see my penis
(fade to black)

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