her jiggle and crux
of cushy meat so padded
and slung, swung gracefully
with the stealth and the poise
of a ninja pose, comes stealing
in brief without her clothes. And I
knows and I knows and I knows
in her - pretty nosey, or maybe
just curious? Oh, "object" is far
too hard a word to subject such as she
to in any test. It sails and fails, for
She's always been at best, subject
to nothing at all, and I've cradled her
in my gauche male gaze, all gauze
stripped away to diaphanous steam
as she plays in my sway in
array serene, and stays
any orders I execute
clean.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, August 21, 2020
obscenity
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