The lime green nylon negligee held a fascination
as did the fluffy lemon yellow mules.
She flicked ash and her nail varnish
was a little chipped.
He was entranced.
She smelled of sex.
She led him up the stairs on slender legs.
The mules clack clacked and
her heels shone orange
in the light of a 30 watt bulb.
Her room was chilly
and the gas jets hissed.
And they kissed. And they kissed. And they kissed.
And they kissed. And they . . .
I like this one it oozes a realistic side of life that we choose not to think about but know exists ..
Hi Jacqueline - maybe to the boy in the poem, whatever she smelled like would be the smell of sex to him, as it was his first time. I don't suppose with her 40 watt light bulb and dodgy gas fire she could afford Channell No 5 though - maybe there's a Superdrug version!
<Deleted User> (8394)
Tue 6th Jul 2010 10:15
Ann, what to say, I am shocked, I listened aswell! What can I say, I am but shocked, you are so naughty, I giggled and giggled, but in a funny way it's quite good, it must be the way you tell them, I didn't like she smelled of sex, though, spoilt my picture, I thought she would smell of channel no.5!
<Deleted User> (7212)
Mon 5th Jul 2010 22:12
Ann - you remember what I said earlier ??
maybe yer teenage hormones are getting the better of you ;)
Thought this had a sort of sleeezy Banksy type feel to it! ;-) (That'll teach 'im!!)
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winston plowes
Thu 8th Jul 2010 19:50
Fluffy yellow mules!... hold me back! win (good fun this)