for lainey and mare, good neighbours when i'm gone . . .
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Cat on the ledge is mewing
Drops on the pane are wet
Tea on the counter’s brewing,
Just grab my goth heels and I’m set--
Flowers fluster, late pale blooming,
Lawns twinkle, moistened with dew;
Neighbours inspect my chic grooming--
In a blink, they’ll moisten too!
My skin is dusted in shimmer,
False lashes wink knowing allures,
The gem in my navel glitters,
My head writhes with coppery curls.
Pink painted lips are cooing,
Greeting all the neighboring folk;
Their eyes are silently wooing,
Ripe for a last late summer fuck.
I’m fancy and footloose, flaunting
All I’m ready to give up for free,
Bare as the winter that bore me,
(except for black latex panties).
It wouldn’t make a good habit
For this dear respectable lane,
Every morning to throw an orgy,
But-- there’s an ecstatic shame
To be very naughty and know, though
We carpool and bakesale and greet
Once awhile from bare gray porches,
I conspire desires on this street.
Ladies who lunch, dutiful daddies,
You should guess my meaningful stares
Belie my shy retiring manner
And betray my darkest secret cares:
To thrill you with new ways of loving,
Share games of pleasure and pain, tried and true,
Tear fences, make consummate neighbours:
Sow free love, our shared life, brand new.
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