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Paris 1990 3 AM

She was beautiful & alone

I sat

Said

You are intoxicating.

She smiled a supercilious smile with her eyes

I asked if I offended her

She said no

So

I asked her if she were afraid of sex & she laughed

So

I said, repeat this

She said what.

I said

I want to fuck you

No.

See you are afraid.

Betrayed,

Those supercilious eyes feared defeat

She laughed a soft false laugh

Well

I want to fuck you

No thank you.

Richard Wainborough

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