Winter Evenings With Je Ne Sais Quoi Poem by Prophmatt . . .

Winter Evenings With Je Ne Sais Quoi



Je' is surprisingly seductive. The way some evenings she turns down the lights while I'm reading, then passes by drawing her painted nails across my shoulders like the slow pull of a slender match the length of granite. And she goes traipsing off leaving hickory smoldering with passion until curiosity impels me to chase after chantilly lace.

Monday, January 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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