Something Improper

Poem By Erica Francis

For a woman like me
it is improper
to act such things.

But it is only acceptable
when I do so
through poetry.

So now
my hand is in your pants
in the back of number 18
in the easton theater.

Comments about Something Improper

Tai, your appology is accepted. I hope you accept mine for whatever I have done to offend you.
You are right callisto. I apologise. I have removed the offending rant! I allowed my emotions to get the better of me. Your poem is insightful. Hope that is ok? Tai
I feel very insulted by your comments, Tai. I don't know if you mean it that way, but I mean it this way: if you're malicious with your words, don't leave them here. They're unappreciated.
Dear Tai, I only have a day over months until I am no longer jailbait. Thank you for your concern though.
Wow. I haven't found the seats at the Easton 18 to be all that accommodating, the arm rests seem a bit bulky for such adventures.


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