Mannequin
Robed in cinnamon dust,
with cloud hair and realistic nipples,
she's a plastic-modelled centrefold
among her pleasure brethren.
Her topaz gaze eyes the reflection
of her life in a display case -
she can't help but notice the seams
where her arms join to her body.
with cloud hair and realistic nipples,
she's a plastic-modelled centrefold
among her pleasure brethren.
Her topaz gaze eyes the reflection
of her life in a display case -
she can't help but notice the seams
where her arms join to her body.
posted by burning moon at 1:24 PM
2 Comments:
window shopping again? *grins*
There is a lot to like about this poem, its a perspective I have not seen before and its very enticing if thats the right word, it probably aint but stiff lol.
Realistic nipples,they are really quite weird in NZ obviously *laughs*, I am almost positive our mannequins don't have nipples, but then, to be honest, when my wife goes shopping for clothes, I tend to skulk around outside so I don't get to examine them all that closely, next time I will force myself to go in with her and, without seeming like some sort of perv, I will attempt to see the mannequins nipples.
I will of course, keep you posted on developments
:)
lol, you idiot *grins*
It's a trend amongst mannequins now. It makes them look more lifelike when modelling t-shirts .... ! lol
I await the results of your study with great anticipation!
Do try not to get arrested!
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