Post by goldenmyst on Mar 7, 2019 20:49:02 GMT -6
Sold Out
I don’t need a Tardis
To go back in time
While asleep in my dreams
My mind took me to London
Back in the 1800s
When Dickens was in the papers
To a bookshop run by a lady
With lips curled in disgust
But the books on my list can’t wait
“Lady Chatterley’s Lover?”
She guides me to the bookshelf
Where D.H. Lawrence should be
“Perhaps Venus of Furs
my favorite Domme novel?”
“Sir your literary tastes are popular.
Hence they are sold out.”
My cellular phone to the future
Comes in handy when empty-handed
As the bookstore mistress ushers me out
For not being interested in her decent collection
I don’t need a Tardis
To go back in time
While asleep in my dreams
My mind took me to London
Back in the 1800s
When Dickens was in the papers
To a bookshop run by a lady
With lips curled in disgust
But the books on my list can’t wait
“Lady Chatterley’s Lover?”
She guides me to the bookshelf
Where D.H. Lawrence should be
“Perhaps Venus of Furs
my favorite Domme novel?”
“Sir your literary tastes are popular.
Hence they are sold out.”
My cellular phone to the future
Comes in handy when empty-handed
As the bookstore mistress ushers me out
For not being interested in her decent collection
