So Prudish
The young can be so prudishas she holds a bone china tea cup,
'lemon please, no sugar'
they have no fun
and decadence is wonderful
as is a mature ladies
ashes to roses alure.
The young do like to censor so
she sighs, biting on a
biscuits pur buerre,
crumbs can be a nuisance
especially under the sheets at night.
She likes a well trimmed foot,
and greets everyone from the doorman
to the rather snooty man
in the apartment above, the same
The young, can be so prudish
she laughs with the merriment
still evident in her eyes
that shine and wickedness
is so sublime,
the young would never understand.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-05-09 at 20:20
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