
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…”
Poetry, lyrics, other words and art…
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…”
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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