Disorder Poem by gershon hepner

Disorder leads to wantonness,
because, when evident in dress,
it hints a woman’s either had
a good time, and been very bad,
or tells a man that she is ready
to show her morals are unsteady.
Disorder of the dress implies
encouragement to roving eyes
so wandering hands may take a plunge
and squeeze the bosom like a sponge,
and march on, like the Foreign Legion
descending to the nether region
where hopefully there is disorder
around the bushes of the border.
With fingers that are generous
approaching the mons Veneris,
if it should find the target bare
because there are no panties there
the call for balls and banditry
is absolutely mandatory,
and there can be no truce until
the goal is reached and deshabille,
disorder in much larges doses,
achieves its wet apotheosis,
the climax and the climacteric,
as prophesied by Robert Herrick.


Robert Herrick, in “Delight in Disorder” wrote:

A sweet disorder of the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.


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