Sordidly, she stumbles.....shuffling south of th' sun porch Steinway;
Sighing sensually, supined social-service, such superfluous satiation;
Stained silk sheets, softly shrouding......seductively shaped shoulders;
Savoir faire.......shamelessly spilling such shear satin, sans surfeit;
Sententiously.....she spews sardonic solipsism's...so, so, so... sanctimoniously.
Spinster she....Satan's seed sower....sex sleuth....such stark stamina, S * * *!
She says, 'so-long, see ya' sleek-snake Sonny, some shaded Saturday soon;
Sunrise sixty-nine, she says..... Sonny smiles, suffice to say, such Shangri-La.
Shhhhh! Sonny sings a song: 'Soho's Spinster' is sooooooo Sunday sore'!
©Frank J. Ryan, Jr./2019
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