The Patong Lolita

The Patong Lolita

The sight of a pot bellied middle aged white male,

Holding hand with a Thai lolita

Hardly younger than his granddaughter,

Is paradise for his declining sexual libido.

For the young girl, an economic opportunist,

With never ending demand for the good things in life,

Trading sex for romance is an everyday affair.

She has to eat, pray and provide

For her impoverished parents and siblings

In her poor village in a country known

As the Land of Smiles -

A sexual paradise for the white men,

To escape from the control of their women,

Emasculators of their gender.

To hold her lithe body,

Smell the fresh shampoo

In her silken black hair,

Look into those limpid black star sapphire eyes,

Are moments he can only experience

In an exotic different world,

Under eastern sky, and mango nights,

Filled by brown skin fillies, parading their charms,

With welcoming arms to hold them,

And warm their hearts and empty

 Their pockets of Euro’s and Greenbacks.

The very objective of their nights’ focus,

To fill to the full her ever empty hand bags.

           

                                                                                                Khoo Soo Hay

                                                                                                Patong, Phuket, 04.07.2012