The tax accountant from Atlanta
who called herself Georgia
had huge hard cylindrical nipples
a bit like rusted oil drums
Quite intriguing really
As I touched them
I shifted in the bed…
a little uncomfortable
and thinking of yours.
I suppose when strangers meet
on a train
you can’t expect perfection
and true there had been a time
when you were a stranger….
and we worked on that.
You can work on anything….
but in the morning
I realized Georgia
had thin shoulders
and a rather flat behind…
and that working with figures
doesn’t interest me.