Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

CATULLUS 25

Thallus, you ditzy queen, you're rabbit weak,
soft as a feather, cute as babys' ears.
When old men with soft dicks reach out and tweak
tired foreskins, you're more limp, but it appears

you have another side. Brisk like the wind
at dinner's end, when everyone is drunk
you grab stuff. Afterwards your host can't find
his favourite things - and they're all in your trunk.

My cashmere shawl, my spanish linen and
my embossed stationery. They're all on show
in your apartment. I'd scratch on your hand
Verses so rude that everyone would know

you steal - but you don't blush. Shame that would kill
Most is for you just one more sexy thrill.
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