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Negligee
Contributed by
screwge
on
Sunday, 25th May 2008 @ 01:58:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Why always in some negligee? she came to me As harried as a tornado, With a similar silhouette, all the coolness of a cloud, Yet her love aimed at Plato.
She would never touch, would never brush, Was as evanescent as an impish dew -- Or an impressive rainbow -- And equally hard to woo
And was impatient with a reason, Made a pact with a woe, Ran fingers busily, And reaped all she began to sow.
Sometimes I chided her physique And did not believe she was independent of dreams, Like a nascent alias among headstones, But she was a solid in the steams!
Beware, hands out. She will collide imperial bosom first, But her foul is not quite touch; I've not yet been reimbursed.
Come loping in the house, this woman Would accessorize doorways, Splay herself out against the doorframe In her good-natured haze
And then, never a second to waste, Would fret by the lock, Gaiety besmirched by the puzzled hole -- Her concerns as effusive as Prufrock.
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