Just a hint of soft black lace,
Touchable, strokeable, perfect face,
Her eyes, dark lashes,
My heart, it dashes,
In my chest, palpitations,
Mouth dry, body straining with sexual frustrations,
Her lips, red, wet,
I’m breaking out into a cold sweat!
This is sex on paper!
Mind racing with things I’d like to do to her,
As I walk on past, my mind a blur,
She whispers in my ear, the holy grail,
‘70% off at the Debenhams blue cross sale’
It occurs to me that she is such a bore,
Just another billboard whore.
18/09/2013
S J Menary
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