Parsnips and old lace
He sat in the recliner, pretending to read a magazineHis eyes peering over glossy pages
Watching a feminine figure, dusting
She bent down to polish a leg
His eyes followed, her toes to tail
Her bare behind peering under
Black uniform and old lace
The feminine figure moved to the mirror
While pretending to polish, she watched him watching
Later in the evening, the feminine figure leaned into him and delivered
Her gloved hand to his nether regions
Her breasts, embraced by old lace
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