G T Foster

DEEP CUT

 

Way past bed check in Jackie’s room

Revealed room-mate asleep subsequent

To holy rolling with the male congregation

A herd grazing for greener pastures to enliven

Wanting lives separate of girlfriend wives who

As bridled mares ride butt naked and bare back

Nightly in steaming dreams until dawn

She doesn’t mind the planned vasectomy

She wants children, but not mine

So she doesn’t mind the vasectomy

She had sat fanning herself legs a gap

In a front row pew like an un-fried chicken

Who’d died dissatisfied in the deep-freeze

She came after church for a hot Sunday meal

But only fiddled with her food and drink

After grandma in a stink over turned the table luck

To find grand pop’s hand on the widow woman’s leg

Pinching pennies or putting the pee back in pluck

She doesn’t mind the planned vasectomy

She wants children, but not mine

So she doesn’t mind the slicing cut

BARE

 

She

Danced

For tips and wages

Slowly, never rushed

For she had much to show

It was generally kind of dicey

Which came first the hat or shoe?

She had always been an ecdysiast

Yet, had never tried to dodge her past

Had first learned the trade playing poker

She liked the rising heat and the swellings

But always, always a major part of her artful

Squeeze was a playful tasteful dwelling tease

Despite rising moans, groans, pleading eyes, prayers

And cries of please off bended knees with hand full offers

Of corrupting cash, always, most always panties dropped last

Although I admit, I once I saw her use the hat to cover and scat

DO COME

Trench coat, robe, or gown

Wrapped in blouse

Without bra, skirt, or panties

Butt bare beneath

Fingertip close to sweet-smell

And slippery slopes of unprotected probe