Musings by The Poet Loriet
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Glancing down
at edematous knees
marked permanently
with X's to map
location operation,
betadine-stained
like a Golden Graham,
numerous incisions
steri-stripped
of their ugliness--
I tug hospit-able
(I think I can)
standard issue
celadon blue
paper shorts
over my hips
and
fling
open the curtains.
"I'm ready!,"
I girl-call,
asking for George.
His royal Englishness
pops around the corner,
and with an amusing cockney,
he orders me to,
"Lie down, lass!"
Oh-so proper,
but not one to dilly-dally,
he robustly grabs my thigh.
"Come on, then.
Let's see you
make a big, thight
healthy muscle,
and don't do it
like a girly girl now!"
He compliments my grimace
and my "beautiful" quadriceps.
"This is fascinating!
Watch your kneecaps--
stunning isn't it?!"
(I decide that George
is a strange little man?!)
Obligingly,
I shake my head in agreement.
He propositions me
with king-sized rubber
toys,
coffee cans and weights
for my playing "enjoyment"
as I work myself
into a robust, sweating
frenzy!
Satisfied,
he bids me "good day,"
dismisses me,
and calls upon his next
lady of leisure!
Exiting,
I light my cigarette
and inhale deeply.
Lori Beal
at edematous knees
marked permanently
with X's to map
location operation,
betadine-stained
like a Golden Graham,
numerous incisions
steri-stripped
of their ugliness--
I tug hospit-able
(I think I can)
standard issue
celadon blue
paper shorts
over my hips
and
fling
open the curtains.
"I'm ready!,"
I girl-call,
asking for George.
His royal Englishness
pops around the corner,
and with an amusing cockney,
he orders me to,
"Lie down, lass!"
Oh-so proper,
but not one to dilly-dally,
he robustly grabs my thigh.
"Come on, then.
Let's see you
make a big, thight
healthy muscle,
and don't do it
like a girly girl now!"
He compliments my grimace
and my "beautiful" quadriceps.
"This is fascinating!
Watch your kneecaps--
stunning isn't it?!"
(I decide that George
is a strange little man?!)
Obligingly,
I shake my head in agreement.
He propositions me
with king-sized rubber
toys,
coffee cans and weights
for my playing "enjoyment"
as I work myself
into a robust, sweating
frenzy!
Satisfied,
he bids me "good day,"
dismisses me,
and calls upon his next
lady of leisure!
Exiting,
I light my cigarette
and inhale deeply.
Lori Beal
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