riga fish story and new poems

 Riga Fish

Riga was wet. She went to work. The sky opened and never closed. It drenched her. That was fine. She walked down the street wearing a two-piece bikini. The top bit was purple the lower bit green. Most of sexy little Riga was on display. Water coursed down her body. Her hair was a wet mass stuck to her back. She smiled at people rushing through the monsoon downpour. Hiding under brollies and rain coats. Here was Riga enjoying it. She danced from puddle to puddle. Walls of water shot this way and that. Her smile said it all. Others stared at her. That bizarre female. Riga dancing on the street. Wearing only a bikini. Look at her moves. Look at those lovely legs. Her small titties almost visible. Nipples sticking out though the water is warm. Several men stop and watch. Soaked to the damn skin. Fully dressed no umbrellas. Riga cavorts twirls and swirls. Her eye sparkle as she blinks away water. Many want her. Few will get her. How about Riga making love in the rain in Lisbon? Completely fucking naked.

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Let’s sky spar baby/Javelin and Scorpion/little dance above

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Armoured Door

Another dawn another night gone

More of the same down here over there

See the gal there she’s one of that kind

Good in bed no complaints there

After your money most is possible

Mutual exchange get laid for cash

Does this make her a hooker?

Very interesting on multiple points

Pop round and see her

She’ll let you fuck her

Or call the damn cops

Either way it’ll be memorable

If you knock on her armoured door

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Toffees

My TL gives out NTEs

Like Santa Claus giving out

Candy to kids

Here’s another love letter

A Level 2 warning

See you in the next company!

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Lifted Away

You’re a bus passenger

Imagine seeing the nice gal

Walking down the road

Lifted up in a beam of light

Just taken then and there

Up above will be a ship

Where will it take her?

Nobody will believe you