GIRLS AT A DANCE

MONICA

35-L-5

Plopped in darkness I can see her near, Soft and gentle, she comes to me Without necessity of social fear.

For I show to her my feminine glee.

She stops agast, her eyes glance my silk, They rest gently on my manly face, she knows, my breasts cannot hold milk, Nor am I allowed this frilly lace.

I raise my hot cigarette to ruby lips, And suck in the tightness of my dress; Her touch on my knee is like a kiss, I close my hands and let her guess.

Who am I but what I appear?

She is she without pain or fright,

Yet, I am she before the mirror,

And I dance with her, a girl, this night...

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