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Canto the Second
Cupid and Chang
I
Next night Jim set out with a resolution:
No alcohol (Cupid and Chang don’t mix).
It only brings about the dissolution
Of sexual prowess - yet a drink would fix
His concert nerves. Yes, that was the solution:
Just one Chang Draft, then only Coke for kicks.
Women and wine would be his joy forever -
How tragic that they didn’t go together!
II
He started with the D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _* Happy Hour -
My, but they were pretty girls in there!
He saw a girl he liked, a very flower
Of femininity - but didn’t dare
To speak to her. He feared he’d lost his power
Of potency following last night’s scare.
He gulped his Chang and felt a little better
“I’ll come back later on,” he thought, “and get her.”
III
L _ _ _ G_ _ bar was next. He liked the girls,
He liked the music - classic rock ’n roll,
He liked the show - the one where she unfurls
A chain of flowers from her pussy hole.
He saw two girls - two oriental pearls -
But thought it would be safer on the whole
To wait a bit - and so on, till midnight
And still no girl - and closing time in sight!
IV
A desperate dash to try another bar.
It wasn’t on his list - but never mind -
They’re all the same - not quite - but similar.
Another Coke, another chance to find
That very special girl - that superstar -
Who’d understand his jitters and be kind.
Did such a girl exist? He didn’t know -
But there was only half an hour to go!
V
Back to the D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ - but his girl had gone.
Back to L _ _ _ G_ _ - they had been barfined too -
And then the house lights of the bar came on -
The night was over - what was he to do?
An early night perhaps? He would have none
Of that - sleep solo in Bangkok! Would you?
He braced himself, and though he was no chancer,
Went to the Th _ _ _ _ _ to look for a freelancer.
VI
He didn’t get much further than Asok
When a siren voice called out: “I go with you?”
He turned around and got a nasty shock -
She looked about his own age - fifty-two.
He knew he could do better in Bangkok
Or what’s the point of all the miles he flew?
But next to her, a girl, young and compliant,
Sat shyly. “Mmm,” thought Jim, “I’ll be her client.”
VII
Her name was Nam*. It was her first week there
And this gave Jim the confidence he needed.
He liked her button nose, her eyes, her hair,
Her tiny waist, the way that she succeeded
In making him feel free from every care -
And so much so that every doubt receded:
He took her to the Th _ _ _ _ _ for a drink
And had two Singhas - fool - he didn’t think!
VIII
Later, when the shower routine was over,
She stood there, nude, with just her towel in front,
“Come here,” said Jim, “Please don’t be shy, my lover,”
As he embraced her with a sexy grunt.
“Take off that towel. I want you to uncover
Your tits, your ass, and most of all, your c...cute waist.”
He pushed her on the bed and jumped on top
But at the door he felt his manhood drop.
IX
“But for those beers it would have worked out fine!”
Wailed Jim, but Nam was not short of ideas:
She squirmed around and gave him 69.
That furry faceful shocked away his fears
As did the blowjob - that was just divine -
The only one he’d had for many years.
And then it didn’t matter what he’d drunk up -
He got so hard it almost made him sp...spoil the fun too soon.
X
They bonked all night, they bonked all the next day -
Jim thought that he had died and gone to heaven.
He never thought that sex could be this way.
No, not when he had first got married, even.
She had to leave at last. “What shall I pay?”
He said. “One thousand baht”. He gave her seven.
With humble gratitude he watched her go
Still basking in the sexual afterglow.
*Bar names have been blanked and girls’ names changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty).
© Bangkok Byron, 2007. All rights reserved by the author.
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