White Sheers
The curtains were white sheers and closed
Watching her from my porch she posed
For months now showing herself naked and vain
And she leaves the sheers open when it rains
When we pass outside, I tip my hat
Her smile meets my own, a diplomat
Windows insure her lavish lifestyle
Town peep shows allow her to beguile
Her free shows for me were inviting
Many Johns finds her show exciting
Leaving the other girls to help out
Understanding now what’s it about
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13
Michael's Lair 