Justine Knolle

The Waiter

You tell me I am a scamp,
A beguiling temptress, a vamp.
You look at me with greed, with glee.
I want to show you my blue belly.
 
Of course. I enjoy his ebony arm.
His silver bracelet, with chains, that charm.
His glistening smile, and tribal tattoo.
Alas! I am made of a paler hue.
 
Tuesday 11 & Thursday 13 April 2006

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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/13/2006.

 
 

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