I wish I were a living bollard
with a lady on me sitting
and her lovely soft firm thighs
up to her frilly panties parted
and the flesh above her stockings
to my shiny metal clinging
and her bottom, rounded puddings,
peeping though her frilly knickers.
World above and not one knowing,
in the silence of her leisure,
my secret, salubrious, sexual pleasure.
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Decadent Dan
Dept. of Satirical Corrections
I like the way you decribed a woman in her leisure. A very rich language; something us American's often lack. ~ Sara