Norwegian in Paris

She and I were lovers
it seems, an hour or two
alone in springtime Paris
waiting for the loo,
Behind a tiny café
down Rue I don’t recall
looking for the bathroom
down the winding hall,

I was there on business
she was there alone
leaning on the wall
staring at her phone,
Seemed to be Norwegian
if I were to guess
her tangled brown hair
her loose summer dress,

I tell her vakker dag
and it is a beautiful day
she smiles a simple laugh
and says: let’s get away,
We walk toward the tower
the one that Eiffel constructed
holding hands and singing
have I been abducted?

Yes, a single room
how do you say
we only need it briefly
less than half a day,
Up the steep stairs
lift is not working
curious, perhaps
what might be lurking,

In the room the window
is open to the street
her summer dress unbuttons
and falls to her feet,
Standing in her underwear
bra and panties yellow
she smiles, laughs and says
you’re one lucky fucking fellow!

I take off my shirt
my slacks and boxer shorts
my penis is ready
and it almost hurts,
She takes off her bra
hangs her panties on my cock
it seems this woman
has been around the block,

She tells me she’s a worker
nothing’s ever free
everything cost money
as you will soon see,
Can I pay in Kroner?
Euros will be fine
I’m sure you and I
can have a lovely time,

She pushes me back
on the bed and climbs onboard
sucks on my penis
like some medieval sword,
Swallows me completely
licks my balls with her tongue
a long Norwegian winter
with her could sure be fun,

She rolls on her back
legs spread open wide
I slide my cock inside her
through time and space I ride,
Then I fall asleep
a hand on her wet mound
the Paris street below
with its foreign bustling sound,

I awake to find her missing
my wallet devoid of cash
a couple hundred Euro
but I see a yellow flash,
In the pocket of my trousers
her yellow panties shine
and my old Rolex watch
still tells me the time,