she wanders out of
the bedroom, lazy, lusty,
langorous, glancing
at me askew while
she stretches, knowing she can
do poses i can't
or won't; but the worst
is the smell on her bosom
green, briney, complex
gin, cologne, dunhills
deals, desire and intrigue
that i'll never know
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she walks in swaggering stilettos, that one.
yeah, with chewed up heels.
mmmm.
hey! love this. and the whole dang blog.
i keep rereading this thinking how perfect it is...
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