maturetvslut (maturetvslut) wrote,

Friday 16th January 2015.

The fem inside me dances a winters tune..nose pressed against the shop face window, lingers not in doubt, but when do i have time to feel the curl of the finger within the shops bright lights linger long enough to say yes how much...
Yet...amongst all those abandoned dresses fingered, touched, will they fit whispering in my ear, lay a 1974 edition of The House at Poo Corner...i bought an instant..
In 1974....i was but 18...not sure whom i was,or how many where hiding inside myself...
The clock beside me ticks perhaps another time as the pillow calls and panties climb down amongst the dragon pit towards the days end i whisper out to the world good night....
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