Wrapped in glistening red
Its seams, plump folds pressed together
Something glittery winks from the ribbons
Releases seductive perfume
Whispers: open me, come play
Tiny corkscrew curls
Beg for the tug of fingers
My fingers itch to part those seams
Probe that pretty package
I won’t. Not yet.
I’m hoping someone beats me to it.
You’ll find other contributions to the Friday 55 on G-Man’s blog
He has a great post this week. Drop by for a look.