bath

LIZBETH'S BATH.

Lizbeth sits
in the bath
sponges down

 

and under
her thin arms
over small

 

but full breasts
soapy suds
hot water

 

pretending
Benedict
is washing

 

between thighs
(here she sighs)
wiggles her

 

two big toes
she wonders
if he would

 

do such things
she doubts it
not the type

 

but she's tried
to get him
to have sex

 

even once
in her room
but mother

 

came back too
soon and spoilt
her chances

 

and that time
in his room
with his tank

 

of old bones
skeletons
and bird's eggs

 

and model
Spitfire
hanging down

 

but no sex
frustrated
she sponges

 

along thighs
imagining
it is he

 

rubbing her
his warm lips
planting hot

 

wet kisses
on the back
of her hand

 

touch on touch
O too much
if was such.

 

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