An illicit rendezvous.
by 
Tmog
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Posted: Wednesday, November 25, 2009 Word Count: 45 Summary: No explanation on this? lets say it just came to me in a flash. I seem to be writing about all the things I'm not at the moment is that normal? |
I set my watch for half past nine
and arranged to meet my
courtesan
my lover, my demimondaine, my demirep,
my queen of the night,
my inamorata,
my mistress, my my my, is that the time?
I can’t be late for my concubine.
T Morgan.