Jun 3
~
Sugar wife,
slipping husband,
massaged honeymoon flesh
wrapped in cellophane.
The sound of a water clock
cascading down
her mysterious frontage.
Handprints on
the glass pane
opaque with remnant steam.
Let your eyes
be your guide,
when dressed in
the tiniest temptations,
she catwalks into the room
with a novel idea for two.
~
Sugar wife,
slipping husband,
massaged honeymoon flesh
wrapped in cellophane.
The sound of a water clock
cascading down
her mysterious frontage.
Handprints on
the glass pane
opaque with remnant steam.
Let your eyes
be your guide,
when dressed in
the tiniest temptations,
she catwalks into the room
with a novel idea for two.
~
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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