Flying Down to Rio

Sunny bar in Rio
Copacabana Beach
nursing a local beer
everything in reach,
Was in this place years ago
perhaps ‘75
now I’m here once again
only half alive,

Woman at the corner table
looks my way and smiles
no doubt her line of work
can spot it for miles,
Walks my way and inquires
is my afternoon decided
if not, she said she would
be very delighted,

To my hotel, to my room
she clicks the deadbolt key
leaves the window curtains open
and looks straight at me,
I watch as she strips naked
tan from head to toe
asks me if there is anywhere
I might like to go,

I tell her I would like to be
that kid in ‘75
not a care on the Earth
nothing left to hide,
Back when I could dance all night
make love until sunrise
work a full twelve-hour shift
and still achieve full size,

Steps my way and helps remove
the street clothes I wear
reaches to my penis
with a casual flair,
Strokes me with a rough hand
squeezes tight my balls
I feel I’m in a barrel
about to hit Niagara Falls,

Pushes me to the bed
still holding on tight
she asks what it is I want
what brings me most delight,
I tell her what it is I need
she tells me she will do
what it is that I seek
the way I want to screw,

Earth rotates, shadows shift
across the hotel wall
we conclude our business
she lets my penis fall,
From her hand, from her grip
from her sweet allure
she puts back on her clothes
and walks out the door…