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Footnote: Late Night Desert
Whipped cream sprayed on your
sheer black stockings---right down to
your toes (they gladly
fled the grip of shoes): much (not
sleep) to partake of tonight.
Kyakuchuu
Whipped cream sprayed on your
sheer black stockings---right down to
your toes (they gladly
fled the grip of shoes): much (not
sleep) to partake of tonight.
Kyakuchuu
Stockings
shear black or not cost a lot of money. You ever try to get whipped cream out of stockings. Best to just thow them away (like I do). Good one! Enjoyed this, but the person in the poem probably enjoyed it far more than I did. Hmmmmmm. :D
Thank you. Unfortunately,
Thank you. Unfortunately, this poem is accurate as to my imagination of her, but fictional as to any moment in our mutual history.
Januarian (in Chrismation, Januarius)