by Brian McCloskey
Over my shoulder a piano falls. Some women don’t like makeup and great dresses and some women do, and some men do, and I’m one. Nobody sits like this rock sits. It felt glorious to have the mounds of stiff nylon folds clasped about his hips and thighs. I want you to slip these white pantyhose up over your legs. Because the electrodes couldn't get a decent signal through her pantyhose. Where do you think squirrels come from? I wonder if the stars regret me. You always said Finland had a maudlin quality. After all, the poetry does refer to pantyhose. It was designed to be worn with black stockings. It’s better than bad, it’s good. Who stole my lumps? Reminds one of vineyards. The more you drive, the less intelligent you are. Think of patterned hose as your best friend. All I had to do was wriggle and squirm a little to hear the squeak of leather on leather. It really invokes the special heaven of satin, silk, lace, caressing stockings and tights. The lobsters had lemon wool in their gullets. Our poor pantyhose didn’t survive at all. Is there anything more sexy than the shadow of nylon at the bend of the knee? If in entails sex, money and the dead, be suspicious. Let the shoulder sit. I love to dress guys as girls! A dress is a garment consisting of a skirt with a bodice attached. I find the question distasteful. Let’s find a frog I can laugh at. As their canoe began to sink, they regretted not having made love more often. She flipped up my skirt and tugged off my tights with my underwear. But the elephant and the squirrel? Allowing one nylon thigh to stroke the other.