Musings by The Poet Loriet
Beastly Caresses
Beastly Caresses
Today I was reminded
how good it feels to laugh--
one of those
throw your head back,
tears rolling down face,
uncontrollable snorting,
quite unflattering
types of laughs.
We were engaging in
a mundane business lunch,
struggling with small talk,
when the salesman
started talking about
the racoon he once
had as a pet...
how when he and his wife
were first dating,
the racoon (Coonie)
used to like the silky feel
of her pantyhose.
Her face would turn red
as he stroked his paws
up and down her legs.
The idea of a racoon
feeling up his date
tripped me out,
made me smile with whimsy
throughout the workday.
I envisioned him,
inviting her in
for a cocktail,
fire roaring in the fireplace,
lights dimmed,
soft jazz penetrating
chemistry-laden air.
She feels a soft caress
upon her legs,
throwing her head back,
closing her eyes.
After a moment,
she opens her eyes
to sneak a peek,
only to be met
by two glowing
amber creature eyes.
A bloodcurling scream
pierces both night
and promise of passion...
and I can't help
secretly cheering
for the racoon
in this scenario.
I wonder if I
should endeavor to find
a critter with a foot fetish.
I do SO cherish
a good foot rub.
Lori Beal
Today I was reminded
how good it feels to laugh--
one of those
throw your head back,
tears rolling down face,
uncontrollable snorting,
quite unflattering
types of laughs.
We were engaging in
a mundane business lunch,
struggling with small talk,
when the salesman
started talking about
the racoon he once
had as a pet...
how when he and his wife
were first dating,
the racoon (Coonie)
used to like the silky feel
of her pantyhose.
Her face would turn red
as he stroked his paws
up and down her legs.
The idea of a racoon
feeling up his date
tripped me out,
made me smile with whimsy
throughout the workday.
I envisioned him,
inviting her in
for a cocktail,
fire roaring in the fireplace,
lights dimmed,
soft jazz penetrating
chemistry-laden air.
She feels a soft caress
upon her legs,
throwing her head back,
closing her eyes.
After a moment,
she opens her eyes
to sneak a peek,
only to be met
by two glowing
amber creature eyes.
A bloodcurling scream
pierces both night
and promise of passion...
and I can't help
secretly cheering
for the racoon
in this scenario.
I wonder if I
should endeavor to find
a critter with a foot fetish.
I do SO cherish
a good foot rub.
Lori Beal
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Beastly Caresses
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