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Such A Night

Empire Stadium
Vancouver, BC, Canada
August 31, 1957

 
During our second set,
and only four songs in
the Colonel gives us the order
to bring the show to an end
 
Maybe closing with “Jailhouse Rock”
didn't settle the crowd
growing out of control
- unpredictable and loud
 
Getting safely out  
poses a bit of a problem
I don’t want to miss my meet  
with the fan club President
or it might leave me quite solemn
 
It seems only fair
that I show my appreciation
that they bring us great fans
all across this wide nation
 
We have to think fast
so we develop a ruse,
we slip my known gold jacket
on someone from the crew
 
I stay back at the stadium  
while they think I have left
and we clear out a room
so I can honour my debt
 
And man, I must say
she is certainly a sight
with dark, swirling curls;
a total buxom delight
 
Of course,
I have left them wanting much more
and she voices her displeasure
that she only heard four
 
“I’d better make it up”,
I cleverly quip
And I can see
her quite anxiously  
working on that lower lip
 
I move in a bit closer
And she quickly pulls me in
tight to her goodies
with a mischievous grin
 
She is one of the first,
to have nothing under skirt,
She's got that hunk just a growing
and this libido straight to work
 
I take those nice curves
Into my tender hands
and desire hits the pitch
to navigate promised land
 
I catch her enjoyment
In breath and her eyes
and the dampest enticement
between the smoothest of thighs
 
I drop to my knees
there should be no time to waste,
my devoted disciple
gives this pout a sweet taste
 
I lap and lick at my gift
so welcoming primed,
treating my tongue
In and outside of the lines
 
 She yanks at my pants
of iconic gold,
and her firm hungry grip
puts me into the chokehold
 
Turning the tables - oh lord -
the feel of her mouth,
takes me to such places
I’ve never felt back down south
 
Between decadent slurps
I hear a “hail to the king”
Man, this burn of such loving
is such a sensual thing
 
I often fondly remember
how she’s opened that door
I’ve found a new way of signing
And I am hoping for much more.
 
#ElvisPresleyRomaticWeek🎁
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kgm-vppxOY
Written by Tenderloin
Published
Author's Note
The basis of this narrative is true. These were the circumstances surrounding the last time Elvis performed in Canada, but I have taken liberties with the facts after the gold jacket has been switched and what happens at the stadium afterward is all fiction.

This is a late entry for the celebration of the Elvis Week challenge hosted by SKC for fans of the the late icon.
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