Molly Parkin poem on a sexual encounter

POEM BY MOLLY PARKIN ON SEXUAL ENCOUNTER, 2005. WRITTEN, 2006, FIRST PUBLIC PERFORMANCE 2007.

LAS VEGAS LAY

LAST XMAS AT 73, I HAD UNPROTECTED SEX IN LAS VEGAS
WITH A 23YR OLD SURFER FROM MELBOURNE
A KIWI, WHO SHARED HIS BIRTHPLACE WITH ERROL FLYNN
HIS SEDUCTION TECHNIQUE WAS THE SAME
WE MET IN THE GAMBLING CASINO
"YOU'RE BLOODY GORGEOUS, ANY CHANCE?" WERE HIS FIRST WORDS
BUT IRRESISTIBLE WITH IT. TYPICAL SURFER, TURQUOISE EYES TWINKLING,
TANNED,TONED,BLOND CREW CUT. WHO COULD RESIST, ONLY ME.
"CHANCE?" I SAID COLDLY, HEART RACING JUST LOOKING AT HIM
"CHANCE OF A FUCK?"
"NO WAY!"
"WHY NOT?"
"HOW OLD ARE YOU?"
"23."
"I'M 73, THAT'S A GAP OF FIFTY YEARS."
"SO, YOU MAY BE 73, BUT I BET YOU'RE WARM AND WET AND JUICY DOWN BELOW."
"SORRY," I CORRECTED HIM. "COLD AS A TOAD AND DRY AS A MOTH'S WING."
"NOW I'M AROUSED. GIMMEE A KISS."
HE RAISED A BOY'S FACE TO ME, WHICH REMINDED ME OF MY 18YR OLD GRANDSON
SWEET AND INNOCENT AND TRUSTING AND PURE.
SO I PECKED HIM ON THE CHEEK. THAT I COULDN'T RESIST, IT GAVE ME PLEASURE TO DO SO.
IT WASN'T ENOUGH. "MOUTH, MOUTH," HE SAID URGENTLY, PUCKERING UP.
SO I PECKED THAT.
"FRENCH - TONGUES, I WANT TONGUES!" HE FORCED MY LIPS APART WITH HIS TONGUE
AND SLAVERED IT DOWN TO MY TONSILS.
SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY HAPPENED THEN. MY QUIM SPRANG TO ATTENTION.
THE BLOOD COURSED THROUGH MY ENTIRE BODY AS I FELT HIS TAUT ERECTION
THROUGH THE THIN SILK OF MY CLOTHING.......
FIFTY YEARS EVAPORATED IN THAT SPLIT SECOND.
WE WERE BOTH 23 AND HUNGRY, STARVING FOR EACH OTHER.
MY SELF-IMPOSED CELIBACY MELTED IN THAT UNEXPECTED MEETING.
WITHIN MOMENTS WE WERE MAKING PASSIONATE LOVE IN THE LAVATORY.
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