Do gray women blush, <br />when they’re feeling blue <br />getting a great rush <br />for a man who’s new? <br />Do they ever get, <br />to their extreme surprise, <br />suddenly most wet <br />when they see the size <br />of the man who made them <br />blush? The answer’s yes. <br />I know, because I’ve laid them. <br />Who are they? You must guess. <br /> <br />Inspired by a sexy dream I had last night, and by comments Roger Scruton makes about blushing in Sexual Desire: A Philosophical Investigation. <br /> <br />This was Linda’s response: <br /> <br />Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow <br /> <br />Grey is the color of cloudy skies <br />and they can turn black, angry, <br />white the color round my eyes <br />and red after a sangri, <br />but though some rinse like heaven to blue <br />and purple on occasions, <br />I'm earthbound, brown, rich soil, a hue <br />most lustful in persuasions. <br /> <br />Yet grey, red, black, brown, purple, blue <br />all crown a head with features <br />like cheeks that blanche when love's not true <br />or blush at lustful creatures <br />who like a snake with tasty fruit <br />ensnare the dormouse lingering <br />within it's cosy cave tree root <br />aroused by brilliant fingering! <br /> <br />8/18/08<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-gray-women-blush/
