May 2012
Get your hand
off of my thigh,
it does not thrill me.
It makes me try to recall
the last time that I shaved.
But you seem less concerned
with the light fuzz
that could possibly be covering my thighs
and more interested in finding out whether or not I'm wearing a bra beneath this shirt.
I'm not.
But I'm leaving to go home
and shave
before you have the chance to find out.
off of my thigh,
it does not thrill me.
It makes me try to recall
the last time that I shaved.
But you seem less concerned
with the light fuzz
that could possibly be covering my thighs
and more interested in finding out whether or not I'm wearing a bra beneath this shirt.
I'm not.
But I'm leaving to go home
and shave
before you have the chance to find out.
Funny story: The guy actually found my napkin since he was curious as to what I was so intently writing while I ignored his advances. He actually grabbed a mutual friends phone and texted me saying, "Your legs felt fine to me." Which made me laugh.
It's not the best poem but the story behind it makes me like it well enough to post.
It's not the best poem but the story behind it makes me like it well enough to post.
