I’m wearing voluminous bloomers,
I put all my thongs in a case,
A case that I had to name Justin,
Justin case I get back to the place
Where once I was slim and athletic,
And wore bras and thongs made of lace.
It’s hard to accept that I’m older,
That I no longer invoke desire,
That my wild lacy undies are wasted
And don’t set my partner on fire,
So I hide in voluminous bloomers,
And grieve for my long lost desire.
Lynne Joyce 04.02.2014