[ Lesbian ] [ Erotica ] Cliterature Chapter 4

  
Deeply invested in this fantasy
world of corsetted cleavage  
prominantly proposed above    
dresses hiked up before    
her tongue tied mouth  
   
Irene was as if a boy  
raptured by nocturnal dream
   
---not quite awake  
   
nor still asleep    
   
cock hard in continued  
paralysis  
   
Nose buried in glossy pages    
perpetuating pinkness  
I see it in her lucid eyes  
periodically looking up  
engaging mine---  
   
the craving for likewise  
   
while Jenny squirms  
in nightshirt waiting  
for a turn  
   
Dawn comes all too quickly  
   
and we are rousted    
from this slumber party  
fog of day-dreaminess  
back to harsh sunlit realities  
   
discarding flimsy if not poor  
excuses for pajamas    
self consciously behind doors  
parting company until    
the next sleepover when  
   
we can return to where    
our friendships' story    
took an unexpected detour  
after having stumbled across    
such decadent magazines    
liberated from my father's    
workshop bench prison---    
   
foray into realms forbidden  
fortressed, trussed, hidden  
behind laced up haute coutured  
bodices and gartered gateways  
into the ramparts of women  
who knew no bounds  
could keep their busts    
and lusts restrained