Miss Holroyd Regrets
The cage creaks upward.
The ancient Otis,
ascends slowly from a first floor past.
He dreams on...
Outside the remembered apartment
the fat round nipple of the doorbell
reminds him of her -
Rosy Holroyd,
who once, without being asked,
shoved one of her large **** into his mouth.
He punches the doorbell with a flat thumb,
imagines her undressing,
getting those ample bosoms warmed up.
No response from behind the door!
He feels disorientated and foolish
as the dream once again sinks his hopes.
The cage creaks
as it jolts downward through decades.
Alone in the elevator; gradually awakening,
his lips open and purse
like a lonely goldfish.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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