MY FIRST BEDSIT
My landlord's wife,
a tall full-breasted Pathan
with sleek cat's eyes
and luscious lips at 40,
fished out the secret ciggies from her bag
when he went out
on "masjid business" (drinking).
She taught me "jao",
tum khoubsourat aurat hai,
and little words like "lullee".
She told me once
she shaved her private parts for cleanliness,
as we watched telly in the downstairs lounge.
My bedsit room
was big and warm
- and so was she!
[Originally written in the late 90s,
rewitten in February 2009 with lines of 4, 7, & 10 syllables]
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Ah, that cosy bedsit when I first moved... it was here that I took my first real girlfriend, and it was here that I was picked up by the cops who needed to get a result - see my 1990s poem "Uncharged" (below).
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