I made a left <br />and pulled into the huge <br />Staten Island Mall parking lot <br />my sister and Nancy hopped out <br />racing into Victoria’s Secret <br />store packed <br />noticed a small carpeted section <br />motioned to my sister <br />sat down <br />watching women <br />examine racks and racks <br />of skimpy panties, silk slips, push-up bras <br />et cetera, et cetera <br />also four Transvestites <br />well, we all want happiness <br />I said to myself <br />no harm in a few accouterments <br />to help <br />in such a valiant effort. <br />Suddenly my sister appeared <br />holding a white silk bra <br />connected with several strips of more white silk <br />to a pair of white silk panties. <br />Nancy’s husband fooled around <br />here today to lure him back <br />gave my sister ideas, fears <br />her dear husband Howard might do the same <br />so in this place to make sure he stayed home. <br />“Very provocative, ” I declared. <br />“Howard just <br />loved Ellen Barkin wearing this in The Big Easy.” <br />“He loves you <br />only lusts after her.” <br />“Want him to lust after me.” <br />“Love is better than lust.”<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-visit-to-victoria-s-secret/
