Growing old in New York

Earlier life
in a foreign land
finished a job
fit and tan,
Wearing shorts
and a tee shirt
down the alley
could it hurt?

Small neon sign
Asian delight
“come get
yours tonight,”
Bead curtain
mat on the floor
gave her my money
she asked for more,

Watched me strip
and then did too
down on the mat
she started to do,
Things to my body
fingers and hands
things only done
in foreign lands,

Covered each
of our bodies with oil
laid on my back
and started to roll,
Her breast were small
I felt them compress
and they felt nice
I confess,

Then I rolled
onto my back
my erection felt
like a baseball bat,
Pointing straight
up to the ceiling
and it was
a very good feeling,

She rode me up
rode me down
rode me all
over the town,
I held on tight
didn’t let go
feeling a current
through me flow,

Then ejaculated
like a firehose
I think some even
came out of her nose,
She seemed please
with what she had done
a job for her
I hope it was fun,

She washed me clean
with scented shampoo
dried me off
my erection too,
Offered me tea
and watched me drink
asked me in English
“what do you think?”

She said we should marry
and move to New York
she’d keep me happy
and never flirt,
She said we’d make
love twice a day
and when I got old
she’d still stay,

I tried to envision
how that would unfold
would it be stupid
or would it be bold?
I finished my tea
and gave her a kiss
the life that we have
and the life that we miss…