Gabriella 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

I was clean and sober at that time for about 7 years. I was a 
field service computer technician. I got this really great gig 
where they sent me out to different locations paying my air 
fare, my rental car, my nice hotel rooms, and $40.00 dollars a 
day for food. On one of my trips I was staying in what seemed 
like a penthouse suite at the Doubletree in San Jose. They gave 
me still warm chocolate chip cookies when I checked in. 

One night I was at this AA meeting on Julian street at this 
place called Al Amigos. It's a cool little clubhouse with a 
grill, a TV, a bar to sit at and eat, umbrellas outside to sit 
under and smoke, and the meeting room is the bomb. In the 
meeting room there's sofas to sit on or comfy chairs. I was 
sitting in the meeting enjoying the person's share at the time 
when this blonde haired cutie with a nice butt and tight jeans 
walks in. 

When it was her turn to share she said her name was Gabriella 
and that she had 8 years clean and sober. She had a thick 
Russian accent, but she could speak very good english, like 
she'd lived here many years. The way she was sitting on that 
sofa kinda rolled on her side a little was highlighting that 
nice perky round butt of hers. 

After the meeting most of the people in the meeting headed 
outside to light up a smoke. There was a guy in the meeting that 
really had his eye on her and he went to make his move on 
Gabriella quickly so as to cut everyone else off at the pass. 
She turned him down, hahaha. I calmly walked over to her and 
asked her to go shoot some pool just like my buddy did, and she 
said yes, with my buddy looking on. 

That got me all aroused let me tell you. Her and I headed out to 
the downtown streets of San Jose. The trollies were running up 
and down the streets, and some parts of the streets were wet 
from nightclub owners watering down the sidewalks and streets. 
The water reflected back the beautifully colored neon lights. 
Everything was just right and sparkly. Gabriella took me by the 
hand and led me to this cafe that had fish aquariums and large 
comfy sofas. 

She refused for me to buy her a latte, she insisted on buying me 
one. She came back with our lattes and sat down and we chatted 
for a while. Then we headed back out into the night, free like 
birds to do what we wanted. The night was dry and cool, and as 
we walked down the street I took a chance and put my arm around 
her sexy thin waist. She didn't complain, so I snuck a little 
feel of that tight ass like it was an accident. 

When we got to where the HP Arena is she had to go pee. It was 
too late with everything closed around there so she just 
squatted down in this park, she asked me to look away. Just as I 
heard the tinkle of her pee a car full of rowdy guys drove by 
and started screaming "Hell Yeah, do it girl". She zipped up and 
I walked her home giving her a great big sloppy kiss. (To be 
continued)

This was a poem I wrote about that first night with Gabriella. 
It was one of my first ones I posted on myspace, it didn't get a 
single comment. But I think it's a hell of a poem, I'll try it 
out here one more time.

City Streets

City streets late at night
The trolly leaves and sheds her light
Steam rose up from reflecting pools of shimmering light
Two hearts beat as one and love was born in late twightlight
Modern art and lazy sofas
Sumatran coffee and and penny loafers
She stood near my side, I was proud
My heart was beating fast and loud
She was mine on this starry night
Years of lonliness healed at her sight
She squatted down to take a pea
A car drove by, guys shouted with glee
I walked her home and gave her a kiss
I never knew I could feel like this
A time that helped define my life
Gave me character, helped me forget my strife
We walked together on this road for a few more weeks
Splashing in puddles and dispelling our demons
We grinded through the night
Lovers entwined in languid flight
We swam through ecstasy clouds purple and pink
When not by her side, of her I would think
A friend consoled
Advised rejoining my fold
Made a snap decision
To leave this beautiful vision
Gabriella was her name
I look around for her now and then
My heart will never be the same
Without my Russian beauty from San Jose
And her lovely golden mane