The room was flickering red from the fireplace she had set earlier She shuffled in a little The carp
The room was flickering red from the fireplace she had set earlier She shuffled in a little The carpet rough on her knees But she liked the feel of scuffed skin The man was facing away Lost in the music Nursing the whisky she had brought him She shuffled further into the lounge room She was getting wet now Soon he would have to notice her She saw how he had noticed her before She would like to have rushed Get carpet burns on her knees But she shuffled on slowly Until finally she was noticed And in his pleasant haze He was not startled But there was mild confusion Which she interrupted With a headlong dash to lay her head upon his knee And the slow opening of her little fist To show the pretty flowering Of recently removed knickers And the opening of her little eyes To look achingly up at his And now her knees had carpet burns -- source link
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