Reading a lot of Bukowski lately :O)
lotion each other up
under a scorching summer sun,
their skin and sexual repression glistening.
They lay on their lounge chairs,
white shiny bellies to the sky,
splayed out like frogs
ready for dissection.
Chatting, gossiping, laughing,
disinterested eyes hidden
behind bug-eye sunglasses,
because all the hot moms have them.
They stretch and turn over,
on all fours a little too long,
their bikinied asses upturned
and inviting like a cat in heat.
I walk by trying to look cool and young(er)
drinking my sun-warmed bottled water
I suck in my gut, then let it out
I don't care, I'll be the one fantasizing later.
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2009-03-04 at 04:46
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The Moms at the Pool
The moms at the poollotion each other up
under a scorching summer sun,
their skin and sexual repression glistening.
They lay on their lounge chairs,
white shiny bellies to the sky,
splayed out like frogs
ready for dissection.
Chatting, gossiping, laughing,
disinterested eyes hidden
behind bug-eye sunglasses,
because all the hot moms have them.
They stretch and turn over,
on all fours a little too long,
their bikinied asses upturned
and inviting like a cat in heat.
I walk by trying to look cool and young(er)
drinking my sun-warmed bottled water
I suck in my gut, then let it out
I don't care, I'll be the one fantasizing later.
Poetry by Rapscallion
Read 538 times
Written on 2009-03-04 at 04:46
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