Parlour Games

image © Francesca Woodman

Her curvaceous curves flooded
all the alcoves of his mind like
the ricochet of a stray bullet.

He didn’t need any maps to find
his way around her wide and narrow
hills and valleys
he did still wish the fine lace
top she’d been wearing had been

In a new twist of the parlour game
they’d played so often in the past
and to keep their relationship
alive so his interest didn’t stray
or dwindle, she’d put a new spin
on it and with a sexy, sensual warp
she’d led him into the room
and told him now he had to find her
while wearing nothing but the


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