Tailored dresses, tailored skin tight <br />glisten under the midnight moon beams <br />and car headlights. <br />Such beateous women shouldn't stay in the rain <br />like this - didn't your mother ever tell thee? <br />Wet cloth clings to warm thighs, <br />engendering men to grunt, moan, and snivel <br />when they go home, lone, smelling <br />their own cologne clinging to their nose... <br />Putative, <br />Perspicacious, <br />Mirths <br />And Vermilion clothes.<br /><br />C.D. Xiang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wet-dog-shaking-himself-dry/
