Editing revision 7 of An Urn of Cough Drops Plaything

===Plaything=== ::: His eyes shone halogen headlight bright, His handmade hips hugged denim mass-produced, He wasn't supposed to be there that night, As a hangman's heft-hanged noose. I wanted him for my plaything. I craved those curling toes, composing whispers Mothers fear for sons' ears Which fathers take from faithless mothers. I longed his eyes to hold me Grappled like a cheating hunter's gaze— Dreams and promises of sweet cotton candy I danced on his lawn as if in a daze. And I was ready too— Ready for buttons, zippers, ties, and clasps— Arched-backed moans and end-stopped gasps. But never through. Cleavage balance heartbeat throb disrupted, Now alight by thighs reflecting moonlight twice reflecting, items lost, and articles left behind. And if he asks what I did today, I will respond "nothing fun" ::: [[An Urn of Cough Drops The Poems of Mister Miner|The Poems of Mister Miner]] | [[An Urn of Cough Drops Commentaries on the Poems of Mister Miner Plaything|Commentary by R. L. Seasoning]] | [[An Urn of Cough Drops Shoe Repair|Next Poem]]

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