Her Black Satin Slip
She waits in her black satin slipHer eyes enhanced by new mascara
She applies the ultimate red to her lips
And she waits in her black satin slip
She stands in front of the mirror
Observing the final touches of glamour
She runs her hands along the curves of her figure
As she stands in front of the mirror.
She paces the room practicing her walk
Preparing for the first client of the night
She hopes that he will want to have some talk
But she paces the room practicing her walk.
She waits in her black satin slip
As the knock on the motel door is heard
She looks in the mirror to check her red lips
She walks to the door...
And then she opens it
In her black satin slip.
Kathy Lockhart
7/26/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-07-26 at 05:48
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