- Non-Erotic Poetry
- At The Show
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Don't make a scene
Because, I am about to place my hand on your shoulder
Here at the fashion show
Surrounded by upper crust
In Sunday suits
You are startled, my hand is cold
Your bare shoulder flexed in such a lovely
Freakish way
Here, sip from this cup
It was sold to me by an adolescent
In the lobby
So it must be wholesome
I won't tell you about the
Conversation I had in the men's room
With the husband of that sexpot
Five seats to our left
He was not friendly
When I told him about my fantasy
To have his spouse in the parking lot
In your car
I could put my hands in my pockets
They will warm
Will that make you happy?
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoHaving fantasies ~ in all the wrong places ~ about the wrong people - can be dangerous
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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LeBrozover 17 years agoAbout this time is when
Reality shatters fantasy...
With a scream or a slap ?
