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My travels of Thailand 3 of 4

My travels of Thailand 3 of 4


He agreed, and put his clothes back on, but put his bracelet in
His pocket; while Salome chose to remain nude.
They went back to the front
Of the whorehouse, where the others were: whores tempting men to sin,
All drinking at the bar. Salome, feeling lewd,
Wanted men's eyes to hunt

All over her tanned, naked body.  She would have them know,
Her every curve, as she would have young Herod see
What first flamed his desire.
For now the satyr in the boy was spent, flaccidly low.
She had to wait to get a rise from him, then she,
Nude, would relight his fire.

They found a table, he sat down, and she sat on his lap.
She'd wait for a poking sensation from below,
And then she'd fan his flame.
Meanwhile, through conversation she'd make him fall in her trap.
She'd make the boy forget about his sweet girl, so
He'd be lulled into shame.

I really should go home, he said. I feel guilty about.
What I just did. It doesn't matter," she then said.
You don't need your sweetheart.
You don't know love, then," he said. She said, If you have no doubt
That you love her, why did you come with me to bed?
These words gave him a start.

I only wished to satisfy my urges with your skin,
He said.  "Men often do this, 'sowing their wild oats',
Then they will settle down,
And have a family, forgetting every prior sin."
You know the truth, Salome said, you men are goats.
You want to know my brown,

Sweet, pretty flesh you've known my vulva, my anus, and my mouth;
And you would know them all again, if you were true
To your most timid self.

The truth is not in your head, up north; it's down in the south,
Where lies true happiness, not love and romance.
You leave your poems on the shelf.

Your world is upside-down, he said. Truth is not what it seems,
She answered.  "Having a girlfriend is not all bliss:
You'll suffer much frustration;
She'll nag you every day; you'll have to give up all your dreams
To compromise with what she wants. You'll only kiss,
Her...then comes the temptation

To be with girls like me.  You've already proven how weak,
You are, and you'll do it again. Tell no more lies.
To your gullible heart
Give up your girl, and then you'll be free.  And with all candors seek,
Out girls like me. Take me to bed, and with your eyes,
Learn of my every part."

She felt the Herod in him rising, under where she sat,
And St. John disappeared below. She then would rub
Her buttocks on the place,
She got up, spread her legs, and bent over. Herod looked at,
What he'd just known she turned around, and put her shrub,
Well-trimmed, against his face.

"The pleasure of sex comes from knowing, not loving, a girl,"
She said. "Don't try to know the soul.  The body is
The only living thing."
"Very well," he said.  "Come to my hotel room, and then unfurl
Your every secret place."  He then unbuttoned his
Bag.  In it, he did bring

A small raincoat that he gave her to wear instead of clothes,
For this immodest minx preferred to wear as few
Coverings as she could.
The steps from whorehouse to hotel, as many as sailors' oaths
Are cried in a sea storm, made him say to her, "You
Will hurt your bare feet.  I should

"Buy shoes for you."  Salome said, "There is no need for shoes,


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