Mimi - Mona: He Doesn't Have Toes

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Mimi - Mona Erotic Poetry: Our Harmless Secret

©Our Harmless Secret

Love’s echo trails behind my footsteps

as I race up the stairs two at a time,

perhaps lacking a little finesse

and a sparkling Ginger Rogers’ dress.

Will you be too enraptured

by the sight of me as you wet

those luscious lips ravenously

and trace the paltry flesh

of my naked shoulder with those

sultry eyes and telling grin, my Fred Astaire?

What we’ll remember in the light

of morning will be our harmless secret.

by Mimi Wolske

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