Wafting wild in tropical breeze my shift titillates nipples and tickles unstockinged legs in obeisance to grandma's corseted corpulence. Like a Scotsman's kilt living loose invites questions about knickers that no-one dares to ask. Only toes know when they blink and wink up billowing cotton florals from slip-slapping thongs how fancy-free life can be.
Life — Poetry — Fiction