The Perfect Sleeper

A young woman came into the bar
of my private club
Her breasts were unfurled
They seemed to pour out of her
strapless dress like a waterfall
I asked Leo my bartender who she was
The wife of a club member
who was kidnaped in the mid east and executed
"Perhaps she's looking for company?" said Leo
"She's found it," I said quietly
"I'll go sit at her table
If she doesn't chase me away
send over a bottle of fine champagne"
I approached her table and stood in front of her
Her long red hair fell partially on her breasts
I thought I could see the edges of her alveoli
"You are very beautiful My Dear,
Might I keep you company?"
She looked up with sad eyes
"I'm a widow. My husband died 6 months ago
This is my first time out since his murder.
Yes, you may sit down"
As I seated myself the Champagne arrived
The waiter took a long time opening the bottle
"Christal 2006," he said as he filled our glasses
She drank freely and in an hour her eyes began to close
"Would you come to my room, there you can rest"
"Yes, perhaps I've drunk to much?"
She fell asleep in her dress. I let her rest.
Early in the morning she awoke.
"Did we have sex?"
"No, my dear, you are dressed as you were."
She looked down and a surprised look came over her
"Are you gay?"
"No, my dear, I am a gentleman."
She coughed a few times, clearing her throat
"I only took advantage of the way you sleep with your mouth wide open"