Woman in The White Chemise

Woman in the white chemise

That the moon shown

right through

to pale skin underneath...

Flash of lightening in night,

standing up on the hill

venting to her lost God

in a clearing of woods

while a youth watched in awe...

She did not feel his eyes,

as Jeff’s fondness there grew...

He admired her bush,

and her fearlessness too,

as she swore at small stars,

not aware of the chill...

The next day in the city

She still burned up his mind,

and while out to buy books,

well just what did he find,

but the same daring woman?...

Though this time she was changed...

Wore a blue turtleneck,

and a pair of thick framed

coke bottle glasses,

like a Lioness serf...

What became of his heroine?...

Was it this stuffy store

that transformed her intentions

from an ape to a bore?...

She sat up at the desk

checking customers out,

and Jeff watched each exchange

with a permanent pout,

’til he felt eyes upon him;

so he searched for a tract,

and found several small volumes

which looked fine, and intact...

When Jeff got to the line,

He could hear something work,

like the purr of a cat,

as he looked to the clerk

that he swore just last night

had been all in a huff

dancing up a mad storm

in her skinny chemise

that exposed a fine form,

though he wasn’t assured

that this woman was her,

though her heard a faint buzz,

and smelt salt on the air...

Both her red cheeks were flushed...

And her eyes they both stared

at the ground as Jeff guessed

what at once had gone on...

His she-devil had a pulse...

Electric works in her crotch

That she’d set on ‘vibrate’

while patrons filled her pot...

While they came, and they went

She came many more times,

’til the bookstore shut up,

and at last she’d unwind...

Jeff imagined her screaming

an ecstatic cat roar,

as she played with her poodle

’til her puppy was sore.

©

8/5/20

Bunny Villaire

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