A Sexy Masquerade
The best use of my space is not to use space,
With matching chairs, shelves, tables or bookcases.
And not to bring little, or big things into my lounge,
Because those things will occupy spaces.
Bare minimum’s enough, a chair and a rug,
The rest of the room’s filled with nothing, cleared away.
Leaving me free to create new and exciting,
Racy experiences, for my life to live all of the day.
And it’s easy to throw out, start over again,
Clean away at the end of each romance.
Leaving my space a fresh place to think and expand,
A new place for my next whimsical entrance.
The best use of my space is empty, free to walk,
Free dance with my own mental promenade.
Where me and my partner and all of our friends,
Can dress in a sexy, spaced up, masquerade.
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