She liked the feel of flannel, folded twice the band.
It rode perfect on pelvic crest,
highlighted hips and waist,
dared natural L’s of my hands-
between thumb and forefinger-
to find familiar grooves,
served as a friendly guide.
Frontal creases- two, maybe three-
sculpted V’s in bas relief.
Then band, combined with sculptures and
a single, vertical shadow
lining inner quads when legs together,
looked like a chalice
inviting me for a drink,
already intoxicated.
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A very ingenious poem, Matthew laced with a bit of heat. (or a lot) '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn