Keep It Up

a sonnet by Dan Standing

Smooth soft flesh makes Technicolor look pale.
Floating form shifts gently in the cold breeze.
Body flows from epic breasts to thin tail,
Which slips into her glass bottle with ease.

“What do you desire?” she asks and smiles.
Her nudity brings one thing to my mind.
“I’d like to lay with you for quite some whiles.”
She laughs and jiggles, “Fine – your place or mine?”

I answer without thought and then am gone,
Empty clothes hang for moments in the air.
A harem bed I am now lying on,
With genie under sheets, each of us bare.

For centuries we’ve had our sexing fun,
For genies “while” is a millennium!