SILVER SPOTS BOILED IN FRONT OF MY EYES

They say Baghdad is becoming like the Tangiers of old.
Boys!Boys!Boys! And now I lay in my hotel room and as the bombs go off Ali comes to me.
Ali in the doorway. Ali in the shower.
Enamoured in his musk smell my member rises gently in the desert wind...

Here in this City of the Red Night.

everything is allowed...nothing is forbidden...

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