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All My Books Would Be Overdue To Get Punished By Her


How in the world did the sexy librarian ever become a sexy character? In my life I've been to a lot of libraries, because you know I love to read, but I've never seen one truly sexy librarian. I mean, maybe in their day they were sexy, but usually they are too old, past their prime, or just too snotty to be considered sexy, right? But somehow our imaginations created a character to keep us tantalized and dreamin'...amazin' what our minds can do... 

sexy librarian

   when at most the others looked away 
you were the only one left wrapped in 
tweed fingers you read books and shook 
hands with the corners of very 
tall still rooms. 

when at least the others stopped to stare
 you were a vinyl voice who drifted around
 the room creating your own naratives
 and desires.

  hardbound covered soft themed skin
  so delicately complex.

before i was younger seeking to lift up your 
skirt maybe even  take in a little of the 
warm accent of your thigh, that soft slow
 curve of your inner leg.  

 i remember sitting quietly staring at your crossed
 legs wondering when your glasses would drop 
ever so slightly.  

 but of course your were fictionalized,marginalized, 
transposed across the room between the shelves.

 flip to the back page as you walk by and 
 the summary goes something like this.

my librarian lady sits across the way 
 in between hushed lips day by day.

 self literate angel with a finger in her cardex,
 holy in her house with a text full of sex.
 

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

You'll Hear Her Comin' In This Dress


What sort of sound do you think this dress would make? Would it sound like the step of new shoes on recently waxed tile floors? Or would it sound like the whistle of the wind on a cool, summer night? One sound I do know I would love to hear and that's the sound of it peelin' from skin, there isn't a better sound...the anticipation, the coolness of the skin, the colors, the marks...all too sexy.

Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Spot On...I'd Definitely Get Sucked Up By Her


Heehee...this pick just made me think of that story where the guy is really big and the people are small, and then he's really small and the people are big because if he was stuffed down her shirt right here, he'd really be in a black hole! Heehee...I wish I could remember the name of that story, because I know it's famous and stuff, but for some reason my mind is blank right now...somethin' about travels...but I do remember readin' the part where the big people put him in their shirts to carry him around and how grossed out he was bein' so close to skin and stuff...hmmm...Google to the rescue!

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

I Hope She Doesn't Make My Allergies Act Up


This is somethin' I could wear out in the fields or the woods, but most likely I wouldn't because I'd still be itchy and too exposed, you know? But I don't get eaten alive by mosquitoes either, not like my mother! She gets them so bad, on her knuckles and knees, bites the size of dimes and sometimes quarters! She must be just too sweet to resist...but then what does that say about my blood?

I don't know what flowers are in the pic above, maybe sunflowers? But it doesn't matter, because I'm just gonna imagine they're daisies.

Yellow Daisies

Petals of a yellow daisy,
windswept on a breeze,
does he love me, soon I’ll know
what the flower foresees.

Faith in a yellow daisy,
will our love affair unfold,
or will the yellow daisy speak
of false hopes bleak and cold.

Who’d think a yellow daisy,
harbored such amazing power,
foretelling my wishes, my desires
in one single little flower

So I’ll pick a field of daisies
 that’s what fields are for,
to find that special one that says
he’s mine forevermore.

~ Liz Labadie-Reilly