At the uber-sanitized office of the dentist
Minding my own arching business
Steeling myself for the eminent torture
A mysterious huntress with a crooked pursuit
Invades the serene quarters
Mischief spelt all over her facade
Long legged
Swaying hip
She screeches to a practised stop
And unloads her wobbling behind
Unto the seat right opposite me
Then proceeds to undo a button of her blouse
To let provocative boobs to hang
The teasing lips
The Polluting eyes
Right in my face
Now I am in need of something more than dentistry
My Spirit
My soul
My core
All scream out
Remove this sore tooth
Right now
6 comments:
nice poem but you might need to exlain what the poet meant
LOL, nice imagery. I like it...
Nice, lovely dentist's office. Maybe I should not postpone my next visit for so long. But, what if I'm not as lucky...
Hahaha NY.
You call that torture luck?
I went there because I had a toothache, I could not bring myself to understand why she was there in the first place.
Everybody in that office was clearly incensed by the out-of-place show put up by the drama queen. It was weird!
Thanks MW!
Trust me you would not have loved what actually took place that day.
Yes sunnyside.
I guess a couple of typos muddled the whole piece.
I think it is now clear after the correction.
Bless you.
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