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Click hereFace Fuck Book #67—Cheri Bardot
Cheri Bardot was her name
I search FB in France in vain
I cannot find her image same
But I do see one
older
yet fair
same blond hair
the style she'd wear
"Time" is to be blamed
or the photograph
or my eyes that seek her laugh
In Marseille I saw her there
Standing in a darkened square
Young and luminous
a movie star
Not far from the port
where the sailboats were tied
The smell of garlic and fried
Fish filled the air those days
I'd finished a bowl of bouillabaisse
When I saw her
A sight!
Life changed that night
no matter when
I think of her as she was then
Although I've never seen her again
Tell me where has Cheri gone?
Into the magic of days bygone?
I saw her that night
as a man approached
They disappeared in Gauloises smoke
Into the little hotel behind her station
Where whores lure men into visitation
I imagined the long stairs they climbed
two flights up
a light defined
a window
the drapes fluttered to hide
A dark figure pulled the shade inside
I waited for a chance to ride
I wanted what was now allied
She was a prize
a great beauty I know
She was a clone for the famed Bardot
A short while later the man came down
same brimmed hat
puffing smoke around
And then as if my Queen did choose
Like Lady Godiva, the people to amuse
She came out to stand on the curb again
I ran to her, as a starving child
asked her price
so few francs
gave thanks
followed her back inside
The hotel clerk smiled wide
We climbed together that long staircase
I watched her legs with every pace
reached to touch her lovely ass
That wiggled as each step she passed
she ignored my hand
opened a door
a spacious room
who could ask for more
I opened up the window shade
stood nude
to the world's uncaring gaze
But darkness and fog did obfuscate
My public glory at any rate
She took my cock erect in hand
Pulled me toward the small washstand
washed me so
I was clean
with shine
knelt to suck my cock, so fine
a tongue
God had made for this
I tried to offer her a kiss
I motioned her onto the bed
She took off her plaid mini
her panties of lace
I reached for her breasts
she made a face
I didn't care
I reached again
to hear her murmur
"No"
they felt warm and firmer
I slipped into a void
that I cannot forget
her cunt a magnet
for every need
I don't recall if I came with speed
But I left her bed so satisfied
There must have remained a taste inside
For even now these long years past
Before I sleep I think her foremost
reviewing lovers that I toast
her magic gained
these years sustained
An affection
attraction
heavenly peek
she smiled
kissed me farewell
on each cheek
Moments later on the street
I was in shock
could not speak
I am no fool
I know my worth
if I moved every stone in France
that she'd be mine
I'd have no chance
Sometimes love is unilateral
We fuck, we cum, we leave collateral
what I gave to her was meager
pay for all these year's
undiminished fever
If there was one of all the rest
Who epitomized sex of flesh
I'd give the prize to this Bardot
Yes, I do recall
I fucked her slow!