Justine Knolle

The Waiter

You tell me I am a scamp,

A beguiling temptress, a vamp.

You look at me with greed, with glee.

I want to show you my blue belly.

Of course. I enjoy his ebony arm.

His silver bracelet, with chains, that charm.

His glistening smile, and tribal tattoo.

Alas! I am made of a paler hue.

Tuesday 11 & Thursday 13 April 2006

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Published on e-Stories.org on 13.04.2006.

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