“LAMENT OF THE LINGERIE JUNKIE!” a poem, a.k.a.: “I Wrote This Last Night!” written for Saturday (6/29/19) It’s SUPPOSED to be HUMOROUS! OK? Ha, ha, OK?!
Honey, you’ll get this – when you awaken!
I pray -you’ll NOT be too badly shaken,
But I CLEANED OUT YOUR CLOSET! Most of it I’ve taken:
Lingerie! S – x toys and the-underwear-you-soaked-in-bacon!
(So, with toys, undergarments – some REAL lace-y things,
Our hero – [has] escaped – to a deserted island, on Angel Wings,
Or, actually, on “the wings”-of-countless-Victoria’s-Secret model girls,
Loving – the-smells! touch-of-the-fabric! and! various-hidden, unshorn hairs!)
When – IN THE MORNING, she got his note-in-a-jar,
He was with “the one[s] he loved – Yes! He-was SO FAR,
“[I’m] AWAY! from ‘civilization,’ my ‘lovlies’ and me [now] be,
That I will forget all of ‘my former life,’ for I WILL! rap-tur-ous-ly,
Be kissing, fondling and smelling all her [your] stuff;
I won’t be denied! I can’t get enough!”
[That’s right! – ๐ ๐ – Time passes!]
A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE – DRIFTED UP ON THE BEACH TODAY:
(It arrived from a deserted island, far, far away!)
“I made a mistake!? How could I NOT have known,
The glorious smell-and-allure-have-faded, and I-have-no-phone,
To-call someone to-come-get-me!-I’m-in-an-awful-mess!
I’m-now-marooned-here, with ‘scentless undies’ – and a strapless dress!
THEY SNAP AT ME and expect-me-to,
Wash-and-iron-them! Yes, I keep them clean, I do,
BUT! I miss your voice! your touch! and – stare,
The way you gently – combed your hair!
(Moral): LIFELESS THINGS – CAN NOT REPLACE,
Your [HER] [HIS?] cheeky style – and beautiful face,
And, I guess, I forgot! The aroma – and smells,
Are-from-your-ever-molting, regenerative-skin, skin cells,
Which secrete and re-new – your sweet, natural per-fume,
(And, of course, I miss your “boum, boum, boum!”
Oh, well! Maybe “another life”* will find me wiser,
Than to-escape to-a-desert-island! as a lingerie miser!**)
fin <3
- – for those believing in reincarnation – and The Easter Bunny!
** – or junkie! Oh, but I DO LOVE fresh lingerie, delicately “peeled” from your perspiring skin in the afterglow of a romantic encounter! Oh, sorry; I got lost there for a moment! ๐ – Shucks!
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