not exactly high heels and thigh highs
but an invitation is an invitation,
engraved or post-it.
when I one-stroke open your furry bathrobe,
furry slippers thunking-kerplunking
onto the polished wood floor,
poet-puts you laughing, protesting, prone,
on the dining room table, we both shaking,
possibly from laughter?
when I one-stroke open your furry parts
with various soft tissue medical instruments,
to which ****** harm is now "uncovered"
as specially advised by my insurance company,
no more, no matter,
the lady doth protest too much about my methodology, methinks,
no more, no matter
recently recovered some omy smoke scribe lost poems
written January 3, 2014 at 12:27:05 PM EST