Lorraine's Legs Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Lorraine's Legs
The sea rolls over her wet labia
Poetry as hot as the brain on fire
You wanted romance
You wanted desire
He tells of fluids from Aphrodite
She tells him of angels
Six inch spikes thin and exotic
Straps with open toes and a pedicure
She's a good girl
She tells him of pure love
He tells her of silk stockings
Her moist thighs and black garter belts
The summer night opens Lorraine's legs
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