“Can you pass <br />the sugar dear? ” <br /> <br />she smiles <br />ever so sweetly <br /> <br />as she tells me <br />loudly all too loudly <br /> <br />she likes to take it <br />up the arse <br /> <br />likes <br />more than <br /> <br />one man at a time <br /> <br />and that she simply adores being tied down and... <br /> <br />takes another scone <br /> <br />clotted cream <br />on her upper lip <br /> <br />startling against her <br />red lipstick. <br /> <br />“Tiff! Tiff! ” <br />I whisper <br /> <br />“Enough...enough! <br />Too much information! ” <br /> <br />“Ok…ok! <br />Miss Straitlace! ” <br />she says <br /> <br /> <br />miffed <br />I ain’t having any of it. <br /> <br />She licks the cream <br />of off her upper lip <br /> <br />with a little pink tongue <br />smearing her lipstick <br /> <br />looking like a harlot <br />& the Whore of Babylon <br />all rolled into one <br /> <br />watching with greedy green eyes <br /> <br />the waiter’s bum <br />in that tight tight uniform. <br /> <br />We sit in silence. <br /> <br />Unable to <br />bear it <br /> <br />any longer <br /> <br />I have to ask her <br />(she smiles knew I wouldn’t be able to resist) <br /> <br />“How…? ” <br />“...many times! ” <br /> <br />“And whom with...? ” <br /> <br />“With whom. .! ” <br />she corrects <br />like a seasoned dominatrix. <br /> <br />“Well...” <br />whispers Tiff conspiratorilly drawing nearer <br /> <br />her bosom grazing the edge of the China cup <br />spilling the hot tea <br />into my crotch. <br /> <br />“No. …OOOOH! ” <br />I shriek <br /> <br />the name lost <br />in my scream.<br /><br />Dee Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-tea-with-tiffany/
