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Sep 2018
Dedicated to Beverly & ?? [&c., &c., &c.]

[this poem contains multiple characters;
   I didn't write any of it, but strangely, it's all true]
     She was wearing black leather ankle boots
     & torn                              fishnet stockings;
                    The top was black and sleeveless,
                      w/ fishnet covering her stomach
up to the frayed hem of the fabric of the shirt;
All around the room there was a buzz of voices,
all the people seeming a whirl of fishnet stockings,
                        bright makeup & colorful costumes;
             Strutting across the stage removing fishnet stockings,
             her long silky legs drawing all the attention;
             She was wearing a black tank top,
red tartan mini-skirt w/ fishnet tights & black
leather, knee high boots;  Her hair was long
& deep purple                  & her short skirt
revealed a shaved snooch & gorgeous legs clad in fishnet stockings;
The black fishnet top, and the tight t-shirt
with the skull on it were quite perfect for the occasion;
I opened my eyes and found myself staring up at the pair of legs
in knee high boots & red fishnet stockings
beneath a red and white schoolgirl skirt [the woman wearing them old
enough to be my grandmother]. PVC, fishnet,
rubber, Lycra, velvet & lace
     were worked into corsets,                            coats & masks;                                   Finally she settled on a black corset dress,
her skull necklace   & black combat boots
that went up to her shin & black fishnet tights;
She stomped her way across the room,
grabbed me painfully by the arms
         w/ her black fishnet sleeves
& ruffled collar shirt & planted a kiss on me;
  she wore black fishnet stockings & stilettos
that wobbled underneath her feet as she stepped;
          She then stepped into a long
black skirt, and w/out much effort,
managed to get into her black fishnet stockings;
I pulled out a black long dress,
black fishnet stockings & see-through undershirt;
but she was already dressed in a short denim skirt,
black fishnet stockings and high red sandals,
&        she was wearing a blood red tank top,
   black miniskirt & fishnet stockings;
She was fairly small, about 5 ft. even,
appearing only slightly tall in sling-back stilettos
& fishnet stockings w/ a red tube top
                w/ black mesh on top of it;
                         I looked down at her short tartan skirt
& bare feet in fishnet stockings, her black nail polish
looking good,          so was her ripped black tank top:
I gathered the long dress in one hand,
pulling the material up as far as her waist,
                   revealing the black fishnet stocking tops
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