Sascha Monroe (C)

Sascha Monroe (C) (by Tadaram Alasadro Maradas)

Sascha Monroe ©

1st Verse:

Sascha Monroe was a Noir Angel from the Mediterranean
Coast of Spain, she rode a 3 wheel, low rider Harley, her
hair was Long, Noir and Curly, and she wore it in a full mane,

Dressed in tight, all Noir leather, across her backside she
wore her name “Sascha” and the letters flowed up and
down as her hips moved about and as the wind blew
through her full mane,

Her 6 inch stiletto boots made for a perfect complement
to her frame, and I couldn't help but notice it the day
she stepped to me and asked me my name,

I was standing at the corner Taqueria ordering a midday
snack, when Sascha pulled up, parked her Harley, and
laid down her mack,

She spoke perfect English, despite her accent of her native
Spain, and she was truly a Spanish woman, for she
showed no shame, when she asked me my name,

2nd Verse:

"Hello Javier," she said as she took the toothpick
from her lips, I said, "I'm sorry miss but my name
is not Javier" then she looked at me and put her hands
on her hips,

"Then what is your name?" she said as she placed her
order with the waiter to go, I said, "Tadaram Maradas"
she said, my name is, "Sascha Monroe."

I was quick with my first compliment, it was her stilettos
that said she had good taste, so I looked in her eyes and said
to her, "you are truly a lovely sight to behold," and the
waiter complimented me on my taste,

Then Sascha looked right through me and said, "a good
thing only comes around once, and today I only want
to live for the moment, tell me more and I just might
let you check in on it,"

So I leaned closer and whispered some things in her ear
really quick, Sascha smiled and said, "I'm sorry Tadaram,
but I can't take a lick without a stick."

3rd Verse:

A million thoughts rushed into my mind, and I didn't
quite know what to say, Sascha finally broke the
silence, "take me somewhere, I now know how I
want to spend my day,"

We left on her Harley and found a sleazy hotel room
with a squeaky bed, gave each other our attention all
day, and not another word needed to be said,

Sascha was really a bold and daring woman who loved
to live life on the edge, and I enjoyed and admired
her tenacity, and to her a piece on Maradas I pledged,

For on this day in the sultry heat of Rota Spain, a
beautiful woman cared to ask me my name, we shared
a moment that one could never mention, totally
submersed in and satisfied by each other's attention,

We both had fallen asleep exhausted and satisfied and
without shame, and when I awoke Sascha was nowhere
to be found, and she had left as suddenly as she came,

She left me a note that said, "Thank you Tadaram,
I really needed to know your name, look me up
the next time that you are on the Mediterranean
coast right here in Rota Spain,"

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