Of Stimulating Packages

Spinsters everywhere,
Are becoming overheated.
Late to marry they are...
If that is done!
And fantasizing in dreams they sleep.
Of stimulating packages,
To arouse and keep them...
Wet in sweat.
And wishing to be touched.
Other than by hands that aren't their own.

Moaning alone in their unshared beds.

And yet when they hear,
Of today's economic woes.
They choose to leave their doors unlocked.
As they expose their nakedness...
To peeping toms invited to stare,
Through open windows.
Passed by men...
Who happen to walk at night,
On their blocks.
With a wish to excite them,
Without stop!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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