Iris Petersen


I am finally coming out of the closet

We love being seen together
People stare at us
As we weave our way
Across the dance floor

Hugging her curves
Encircling her legs




the knee

I reveal her thigh
While simultaneously
Tracing her bosom

Every fiber of my being
Wrapped around her

My body
Soaks up the sweet smell
Of her perfume
The heady aroma
Of her cigar

Please say there’s time
For one more martini

Before you leave with him
And toss me on the floor
Like yesterday’s dirty laundry.


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