Babette Teeth


On The Holiday - Poem by Babette Teeth

The hottest time of the year
She dressed like a widow
I cannot help laughing because of her black skirt
But the beautiful contrast to her skin
She sitting opposit to me
Lying her legs to another chair
Swaying leisurely
No a pore on its pure white skin
Nor an useless hair
The straight hanging with strength and youth
And every spirit in her vein
I went back to help her opened crack
On the waist down
At the time of touching it for a while
So slick and no a bit of sweat
And the white crack
So sharp get into my sight
Because of her widow dress
On that day

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2005



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