Perched Upon His Lap

Upon the curves of his wittle lap

his wife’s baby sister

perched like a bird inside a cage

unfastened the buttons

holding together her silk blouse

unclasped the lacy cups

of her Victoria Secrets brassiere

both of which she slid

down the curves of her long arms

letting go of her clothes

behind her back she dropped em

onto the floor where they

lay in a tiny puddle of silky fabric

soundlessly out of the way

out of mind and utterly forgotten

not all that very long ago

around the curves of her sister’s

unfaithful beau’s neck

tightly she wrapped both her arms

gently pulled his face

downward into the luscious valley

of her delicious cleavage

lying quietly between the ripe orbs

of the mountain range

and mammary glands of her breasts