Bra versus the cold.

It’s raining outside and I am freezing cold.

I can’t find my gloves ‘They’re where you last had them.’ i’m told.

My toes feel so icy beneath my layers of socks,

and my jeans are baggy, so i’ll have to wear a frock.

My fingers are cold and my boobies are warm,

I’m wondering can I pull of a braless form?

I can’t oh I can’t so I take a deep breath

and scream out in shock as the cold hits my breasts.

I can’t find my scarf. I can’t find my gloves,

i’m pretty sure I need more socks and stuff.

I’m too cold to move, too cold to dress,

perhaps I could stay here, and just simply rest.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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