Saturday, August 8, 2009

Society Lady

Curve dip slip between breast over hip
thigh to toe tipped high back to front
down to up mirror mirror on the wall
who’s looking back at me
his eyes her dreams notions
preconceived draped like lace neck
to knees wrapped tight waist to
chest can’t hardly breath squeeze
so good it hurts tears over cheek
between lips salt to tongue sharp
as knives sweet as fun rationed
between fear clasped in fingers
palms smooth over skin firm
but soft from ear to heel.

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