Roll Call Poem by minette irsay

Thongs, bras, and fluffy socks
Lined up one by one
Standing at attention
Awaiting the call to arms
As it were

The day begins
Work, play, and
Foreplay

Familiar hands
Roll socks down
to massage tired feet

Fingers at the catches
Straps unloosed
Freedom from constraint

Lips on lips
Hands under straps

In tangled masses
They lay
Casualties of
The day

C'est la fin
Le jour est mort
Et commence
La petite morte