Campus Bookstore mannequin

[Brownlie]

Behind some glass the figure stood
A red head’s tossing hair
Was frozen still with flowing locks
Bestrewn without a care

I stared into her cat like eyes
That watched behind a screen
A captured light that seemed to jump
From comic movie scenes

She called up many lonely nights
Of searching films for boobs
When I would pause to crust a sheet
And rue my solitude

I looked at her state uniform
And heard the tribal drums
That beat at stadium events
Amidst the drunken grunts

She was a paradigm of spring
That molded to a flush
To pander cap and gowns to buds
That brimmed upon a cusp

[billy]

for such a person as this i would die

She called up many lonely nights
Of searching films for boobs
When I would pause to crust a sheet
And rue my solitude

[ellajam]

Well done, . It was fun to read the form you've been working in addressing lust so bluntly. S3 & S4 my faves, but the whole of it's a wide grin. Thanks for the read.