"No More Access To Her Underpants"
-John Updike-

Her red dress stretched across the remembered small
of her dear bare back, bare for me no more,
that once so softly bent itself in bed
to take my thrusts and then my stunned caress,
disclosing to my sated gaze a film
of down, of sheen, upon the dulcet skin-
her red dress stretched, I say, as carapace
upon her tasty flesh, she shows a face

of stone and turns to others at the party.
Her ass, its solemn cleft; her breasts, their tips
as tender in color as the milk-white bit
above the pubic curls; her eyes pits
of warmth in the touseled light; all forfeit,
and locked in antarctic ice by this bitch.



I thought it time to step it up a notch. I hope no one was offended...