Face Fuck Book #67—Cheri Bardot

Face 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!