my next door neighbours are swingers
I am convinced my next door neighbours are swingers
The bringers of curiosity
To my dull St.
The middle class games
Of trainer clad feet
And nothing else
I think they do it with just their socks on
they jostle with cam corder and silicon-
Rubber things.
They make movies.
They have girls
With heads back laughing
taking smoothies
Yes It looks like
Banana smothies for warm ups
What a creative and contemporary way
To break the ice
At 8pm
Beats ‘Ferrero Rocher’
And dinner mints.
I see them as silhouettes
Across the street
And gathering pace
Like lamp moths meeting
Under street lights
I see parked cars
And suffragettes
Trying to stop them
But it never works
And the orgy swings on
I hear through walls
And I long
To be there
but I dare not have
A strangers eyes upon me
nor indeed have I the courage
To transform this fantasy gang bang
Into reality
So I just listen
And I imagine
as they get stuck in
I wouldn’t know where to look anyway
As they casually procreate
Swapping partners and remote controls
Ignoring saggy skin and fat rolls
We are all animals after all
Yes! Go ahead procreate
My obvious conversation
That took hours to rehearse, would fall flat,
the small talk would most likely grate
On their ears anyway
I need to be drunk and that
I get more courage that way
But if I take my clothes off and join them
I’m not sure I could face them
For if I saw any local the next day
In the village post office
Or at the meat counter, casual sway
I would not be able to stop thinking about
A husband’s winkly widget
Or a forty something
Pierced private bit jangling
As the couple await their change
Jeff Dawson
Mon 16th Jun 2008 17:39
Tremendous Pete, and well performed as always, loved the Stacey one too! - Can I have her number - Ha! Cheers Jeffarama!