LIBRARY LADY (sonnet)
This library girl wears lurid gear each day
flared pleated skirt of black and flashing white
her busty form it hides; her top is loose
and feet and legs, thigh boots they hug her close.
I'm new but soon our simmering eyes connect
I need a special book, it's basement based
I'd like to see down there; a nod, let's go.
She flits the flight of stairs with such great ease
but then the steps, top shelf, she's not so sure
I'm not a peeping one but she wants hold
I hold, the book retrieved, but then she leans
well in a trice, down safe, she's in my arms
it's body time, not books, for both of us
we play it fast, and just in time, the end!