Miss Maitland went
to the fancy dress party
dressed as a nun
Benedict went clothed
as a priest(Church
of England kind)
which made her
even more inaccessible
than before he thought
seeing her enter the hall
in her black and white habit
and that face
which echoed purity
her small slim fingers
raised as if to bless
those present
which included the host
dressed as the Devil in red
Miss Maitland walked
to the bar and ordered
a lemonade and gin
is that wise?
said the barman with a grin
she laughed
and he poured anyway
Benedict nodded
and she smiled
then talked to another
clothed as a monk
and laughed
and Benedict's hopes
(whatever they
may have been)
were he concluded
sunk
he sipped his beer
and walked and sat down
gazing at her
standing there
all her best bits
covered up
her tight ****
and delightful behind
gone from sight
now the Devil
was chatting her up
his tail hanging
from behind
his fingers holding
a red wine
Benedict sipped more
of his beer
saw her wander off
to talk with some girl
dressed
as a gangster's moll
right down to the 1920s
cloth of dress
and cut of hat
Benedict didn't fancy her
and that was that
he just wanted
Miss Maitland
sans her habit
of black and white
he liked her in her
tight jeans and top
with her fair hair
flowing free
or held back
in a pony tail
walking up and down
the aisle of the shop
serving customers
wiggling her behind
as she went talking
in her middle class prose
giving Benedict
a studious stare
and he studying her
thinking of his bed
at home
with him and her
lying there.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
Miss Maitland went
to the fancy dress party
dressed as a nun
Benedict went clothed
as a priest(Church
of England kind)
which made her
even more inaccessible
than before he thought
seeing her enter the hall
in her black and white habit
and that face
which echoed purity
her small slim fingers
raised as if to bless
those present
which included the host
dressed as the Devil in red
Miss Maitland walked
to the bar and ordered
a lemonade and gin
is that wise?
said the barman with a grin
she laughed
and he poured anyway
Benedict nodded
and she smiled
then talked to another
clothed as a monk
and laughed
and Benedict's hopes
(whatever they
may have been)
were he concluded
sunk
he sipped his beer
and walked and sat down
gazing at her
standing there
all her best bits
covered up
her tight ****
and delightful behind
gone from sight
now the Devil
was chatting her up
his tail hanging
from behind
his fingers holding
a red wine
Benedict sipped more
of his beer
saw her wander off
to talk with some girl
dressed
as a gangster's moll
right down to the 1920s
cloth of dress
and cut of hat
Benedict didn't fancy her
and that was that
he just wanted
Miss Maitland
sans her habit
of black and white
he liked her in her
tight jeans and top
with her fair hair
flowing free
or held back
in a pony tail
walking up and down
the aisle of the shop
serving customers
wiggling her behind
as she went talking
in her middle class prose
giving Benedict
a studious stare
and he studying her
thinking of his bed
at home
with him and her
lying there.
Set at a fancy dress party in 1972.
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