WHAT I SEE. | By: Terry Collett | | Category: Poem - Life Bookmark and Share


Milka's there
by the sink
washing up

do happen
her mum says

watching her
I watch too
the figure

the outline
of panties
through her skirt

take this in
her mum says
it's a rare

event this
washing up
I'm watching

but not that
washing up
but the slight

through her blouse
of her bra

it's a sight
isn't it?
her mum says

to young me
open mouthed
it sure is

I reply
it's not rare
Milka says

I've washed up
before this
at Christmas

her mum says
after tea
her mum looks

at young me
smiling wide
I'm glad she

(lucky me)
cannot see
what I see.

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