Real Talk

Poem Info
84 words
3.67
1.5k
0
Poem does not have any tags
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
susansnow
susansnow
42 Followers

He's like the suit that fits but I'm not in the market for a suit. Been wearing my old clothes from before at this new job. The problem with the suit is I sure as hell don't want second hand shit. Lies. All mine stuff. I know I ain't nothing but a poor dumb mannequin with no holes there but my head is cocked and ready. Still gazin' and arms slightly bent. But what does it all matter in the stillness of the window?

susansnow
susansnow
42 Followers
Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
1 Comments
CleardaynowCleardaynowover 9 years ago
Another good one from you

Another one from you where the images punch through for me. There is enough of a thread to connect and create that wonderful marriage of sense and insanity.

Please keep them coming.

Share this Poem