Erotic PoetryGeléeMadame Maraschino makes marmalade
all day to pay the bills
at night she sells gelée
from rooms above la place
for frills and other things.
Upstairs, assorted jeune belle filles
of every taste and hue
spread on Parisian baguettes
an occasional beignet or deux
sticky lips and la langue
gorge unto the dawn.
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