Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, they know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. Yet this new thing was a secret, which had to be kept from her brothers, and which her mother, more or less, didn't want to know about either. It led to some odd situations.It wasn't odd, for instance, if Cindy and I were in a part of the house alone, for her to flow up against me and hungrily kiss me. Her hands might slide down and grip my butt, or she might thrust her breasts against my chest and squirm. Then, literally two minutes later, we might sit down at the table, with the others, and.Read More
