- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Beacon Hotel
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The Beacon Hotel, wasn’t among the
city’s official landmarks but it drew us
in, as the beer was cheap, the music so
loud you could hear it three blocks down
and they didn’t check ID’s too closely.
Although if you wanted fresh prairie air,
you had to go windward side of the parking
lot as the inside air was thick with smoke
from cigarettes, cigars and those pipe
smoking pseudo-intellectuals and the
back porch redolent with sweet Mary Jane.
We’d wander in late from our C-league
intramural broomball game and order
the table covered with draft, as some
of the guys would shower before coming
to the bar; sometimes, I’d add a slice of
lime even though it wasn’t Dos Equis.
If I was lucky, Pan would be there
alone, half-pissed and in that amiable
amourous mood or hers and I’d feel
her up under her short shirt dress to
see if it would be shaved of furry
pussy when we fucked that night.
Prompts
Sight: A landmark
Sound: Distant music
Smell: Very fresh air
Taste: Something tart, slightly acid
Touch: Hair, or fur.
From Tzara’s Poem 1021 in Poetry Feedback and Discussion’s – 5 senses challenge
https://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=93932828&postcount=1021
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