My albanian lover By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Around the time of Halloween,
I was sitting in my living room
With a bottle of cheap white wine
And a drunken sense of impending doom.
When I heard a voice outside my door,
And footsteps on the withered lawn,
No ,it wasn't a raven saying NEVERMORE,
It wasn't a vampire who disappears at dawn.
It was a smoking hot Albanian blond
With everything where nature meant it to be;
And I felt my lethargic loins respond
As she beckoned seductively to me.
And everything would have gone just fine,
If only she hadn't opened her lovely mouth,
For she spoke only ethnic Albanian
And after that, things began quickly to go south.
The wind sprang up and blew the door
Wide open as she floated blithely in,
We lay down together on the oaken floor,
But she insisted on speaking Albanian.
I couldn't figure out a single thing she said,
Even though we lay with our thighs intertwined,
I'll say one thing ,her body wasn't at all dead,
And things went well until she spilt the wine
Which was chilled and turned my d..k to ice
And I jumped up with a piercing roar,
And that was more than enough to suffice,
As she went running out of the door.
And as I cleaned up the whole damn mess,
I thought how beautiful it could have been,
How we could have reveled in every caress,
If only I had learned to speak Albanian.
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