Face Fuck Book # 97--Emanuelle

I search FB, all the Internet to see
       I wonder where can she be?
I met her one night in a New York bar
Where transsexuals gather
       lip-sync songs  
       dance up a lather
She was perched at the bar
       slender waisted beauty by far
       full cupid lips (the best)
       in a daring canary yellow dress
       revealing gorgeous breasts
I offered her a Caipirinha
       She smiled and whispered, “Ahh-ha,
       fine, but they make it here
       with lemon not lime”
She was Brazilian, a beauty rare
Looked like Sophia* with light brown hair
Her voice was hypnotizing
       my erection was rising
I wasn’t sure of what was hidden
       beneath her fancy cloths
       didn’t much care  
       she was more fem then those
       sex partners I’d carefully chose
We drank a few rounds and watched the show
Rather amateurish as Tranny Shows go
Before it closed, I asked her out
       she  said, “Fine”
       left me sitting a very long time
But she came back
       kept her word
Told me to drive to her place off 3rd
Her apartment was small and neat
Up three levels with a view of the street
We got into an embrace
       on the living room sofa
I didn’t know how far I could go for
       or what I’d find under her skirt
       her breasts were magnif
       perfect, pert
       not extreme
       nipples warm, tender
       colored coffee n’ cream
Although she was tall
       her heels were high
I felt my way
I must say with pleasure and surprise
      from her shapely legs
      to her lovely thighs
      all the way to her lovely vagin’
      waiting and ready just in time
I licked and fingered her sweet and fine
       “Do it like this”
       she showed me in time
(A sex change vagina is in fact  
       a penis redact
       the clitoris is not the center of heat
       it’s a little bit lower, the pleasure seat
      To bring her to climax is a gentle trick
       a rubbing motion like caressing a dick)
She began to orgasm
       I slipped inside
       it fit so nicely
       not too thin or wide
In fact it was a wonderful fuck
I thought, “My God,  I have the luck!”
In gratitude I left several hundred
        on the hall chest when I left
No need to be coy
        be it a gal or boy you’ve kissed
        the rent has to be paid
        after the clients are laid
Though,
        with her it was divine
        as if she was all mine
        after my plane’s descent
        it never seemed a business event
Ours was a closeness that can’t be denied
        we ate, slept, at sex we plied
        she never asked me for a penny
        with one exception
        she could not decide which boots to wear
        I gave her money to buy both pair
I often cried as we made love
       little sounds like a cooing dove
Call it love or infatuation
       she was my New York destination
       sharing every thrill sensation
The sex so obscene
       I wanted to scream
       oral, anal, nothing banal
I’d fuck her vagina sweet
        she’d roll over, we’d repeat
Intercourse by anal measure
So tight and warm
        we’d fuck with pleasure
I took photos
        as we made love together
I still look at them
       when I’m under the weather
        
A few years passed
       how we still parried
       she called me
       knowing I was married
       asking me to divorce
       and marry her, of course
A most inviting situation
       but I declined her invitation
Knowing she would still have clients
I did not wish to be a tyrant
       I could not enjoy my wife
       fucking others in this life
       wait till I’m dead and depart
       before the fucking must start
She married someone else she’d meet
       a trader guy down on Wall Street
I gave her a wedding present set
       but her groom I never met
We still made love and shared the wealth
       when I was in town
       no need for stealth
       she was supporting her mom and family  
       with money that came only from she
Her marriage ended amicably
       conflicts of personality?
With the fearful 9/11 attack
       she panicked, I spoke to her on the phone
       “I leaving right away for the euro zone
       A tour, dancing in strip clubs”
I don’t know where she’s disappeared
       at best
She sent me a card but not an address
       a pic of her in a short mini dress
       wrote she was living over there
       but did not say where
I wrote her back at old addresses till
       even her mother in Brazil
But the letters came back unclaimed
       the phone number the same

I still think of her often
       and drink my beers
As the shortened days
       turn into years
I imagine how she must look today
       still tall
       a little heavier in her baby face
I often wish she’d come back to stay
I know I lost a stellar star
I often wonder---
       where in the world you are?
       filled with grace