Daniel Powell 11 a.m., Feb. 19
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Listening To The Girls
i stopped listening to the girls where saucy sheer undies were concerned about 2 years ago...but like my rarely used wool Reindeer sox they to had a special drawer where they snuggled and bubbled about their softness and lace edged beauty ad infinitum
aaaaaahhhhhhhh one would say...in days of yore when some Missy would slip me on i knew i wouldn't be on long...oh yah I'd try to peek and and hear the boys take that slightly inward breath...the cough was always so cute
my gawd bras can exaggerate
mine were very uppity about the fact they were virginal white..couldn't care less they were bought on a whim....and for the most part were 75% lace...the ones without underwires would tease the ones with underwires unmercifully about the condition of their wearer
as i pulled them out and and gave them another once over lightly i could see from their bold tittering they were thinkin' their mere aesthetic beauty would be reason enuff for me to keep them
the pink one with rosebuds preened and slid lightly thru my fingers cooing..."u'll keep me if for no other reason then that I'm a tangible reminder of when u were built like a sh*t brick house and everyone knew it"
oh that one was as brassy as tacks!!!
all my more comfortable sports bras laughed their proverbial asses off at the lacy LINGERIES antics
they knew i was now only interested in comfort and Spandex
those girls are talkin' to my neighbor now who's at least twenty years younger then me...oh she was so happy as they rolled out of the plastic bag i brought them over in...and she listened and cooed right along with them
"u'll like being adopted" i said..".she'll wear you and u can do ur stuff"
and under my breath as i walked home so i wouldn't hurt their feelings i said
have fun girls~~and after a little sigh~I'll miss ya