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Click hereThere is an isolated sandy cay along a stony inlet
on the Emerald Island off of Bantry Bay,
unknown to international tourists
Sharp rock strewn beaches
require rubber sandals to avoid bloody soles
A tavern bar with rooms upstairs looks out on the foggy seaside
The pub is well known to locals who drink their pints,
throw their darts and wile away eternity
After a few days you’d think you were in Brigadune
The first evening sitting in the pub,
drinking Guinness and Irish whiskey
I laid eyes on red haired Brigitte, a strong country lass.
Large breasts, like half moons arising from her bodice,
Skin as white as a porcelain lily, a touch of pink
Her face marked with tiny freckles, her hair swept back
Enchanting to watch, tall, long strong legs below her short apron
It was not her beauty that attracted me
It was the sexy way she cleaned the bar glasses
Pressing them onto a rotating bristle brush
I realized there was something going on
The way she licked her lips and smiled mischievously
as rotating brush penetrated the glass,
I could tell by her expression we were thinking the same thing
I watched fascinated by her play, hiding my erection
After a few days we became friendly
By the time the week had passed
we were making love twice a day
Bar maids are not permitted to fraternize
We didn’t care
In the wee hours of the morning
she’d tiptoed to find me in the small upstairs room
grabbing quickly for my cock as I’d opened the door
Pulling me onto the wooden bed
Spreading her limbs waiting to be impaled
The bed springs added an acoustic note
A metallic guitar twang for every thrust and counter
She was insatiable, in love with cock,
and at that moment in time, in love with mine
Pumping her tight cunt, she compressed my throbbing cock
as if fearing I’d pull out
Entering, exiting, as she lay beneath me
She the glass and I the brush
She reached her zenith
biting my shoulders even the pillow,
attempting to silence her excitement
Suspended in orgasmic union
Our bodies colliding like shooting stars,
a symphony of sounds, a radiant energy, we were glowing
We slept until noon, naked under white sheets
Sunlight stuck our eyes, we awoke,
showered and downstairs to the pub
chocolate filled croissants, strong coffee with a dash of Irish whiskey
Then it dawned on me, “We took no precautions”
“I’m a strict Catholic, don’t believe in birth control”
I left her my address but never heard from her
I often wonder if my midnight lover
thinks of me or was I just one of many?
I wrote to her a fortnight ago
Two years have passed
She responded with no written message,
only a picture of a healthy baby girl
with the face of my mother.