- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Happy Windsday Eeyore
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What kind of day did I expect?
What kind of night was it?
Maybe I hoped for a comfortable day.
Choose my own clothes.
Something that fits.
Inside and out.
The night was windy. Blustery. Distracting.
Blinds banging.
Leaves rustling and flying.
Sounded like rain.
Sounded cold and gloomy.
Comfortable inside the apartment.
Inside our room.
In our bed.
Under the covers.
Like a blustery wind, you teased me.
The mutual pleasure was exquisite.
And then you went beyond pleasure.
Made me beg to continue.
It was too much.
Couldn't stand it.
Had to take it.
Oh my, it was overwhelming.
Mind and body whirling with the sensation.
Like being in a windstorm.
Alert, excited, disoriented, exhausted.
As we fell asleep, you teased me once more.
"You'll be wearing eeyore panties tomorrow."
Gulp.
Today at my desk, wearing silly girl's underwear.
They cut at the inner thighs.
Almost scratching.
Distracting, irritating. Comforting.
I don't know if it's really like a windstorm.
But happy windsday eeyore, panties.
