After Class
ewe wore a woolen mini skirt
with thighs as sheer as indigenous mountains
raised high upon tilted pedestals
charcoal straps protecting the achilles' tendon
yet exposing your callous sole
an openness of character denotes your legs' spread
creamy latte cinnamon brown
aromatic appetizers before the main course
um...umm...um
the mantra echoed through the cavernous recess
hundreds of eyes blind to what women want
nervous flailing of the pointer
endangers my tactful approach
belabored lecturing covering all possible angles
except the corner pocket after class
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