Her Place Poem by Phil Soar

Her Place



I listen to her breathing, though she doesn't know I'm there
I watch her heaving bosom rising slowly in the air
And as I watch her soulfully, I reach beneath the sheets
And stroke her little cabbage patch, where thighs and legs must meet

Thursday, March 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,silly
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