Her Stockinged Legs Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Her Stockinged Legs



This the waitress
I love to annoy
with vapid remarks
knowing
she heard them
all before
and will hear after
she rinses her finger
in my drink.
And I'll lick dry
my bottom's drink
thinking back
about her fishnets.

Sunday, October 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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Alex Nodopaka July©2012
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