Silk stockings drape across the bed post
Hastened there in a fit of passion
Forgotten until the early hours of dawn
Fitted back into place
While a gentle kiss is placed upon his brow
“No, he won’t soon forget me!
Until next time…”
UNTIL NEXT TIME… a sultry poem
Maybe next time he should ask her to keep the stockings on….
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And there is always that… Ha
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The silk stockings reminds me of that Christmas movie with the leg lamp, for some reason. Don’t remember the name of the movie.
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Animal House?
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Haha, not sure that’s a Christmas flick. Let me look it up…
Oh goodness. It’s literally called “A Christmas Story.”
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Bahahahahahahaha…
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Heeheehee… Thank you much!
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Really loved this!! More please??
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My muse needed a jolt, so what’s better than imaginative sexy? Thanks!
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Or, maybe to stay a while longer …
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No doubt! Ha…
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🙂
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