clumsily, i fumbled with the wrapper
to a carmel that i couldn't refuse.
i was sure to sit up straight,
prim and proper, as mother liked.
"A lady should never slouch,"
she would always say.
the clouds looked so far away,
massive in their make up of
heavenly cotton candy.
[i always wondered
what they really tasted like...]
i found dragons and castles
and damsels in distress being rescued
by knights on white horses, clad in metal
and full of valor; of honor.

clumsily, i fumbled with the buttons
to a lust, a man, i couldn't refuse.
i was sure to lay on my back, and
please him; the naive innocent, as he liked.
"A lady should never tease,"
he would always say.
The stars looked so far away,
massive in their glimmer
and promises of heavenly rhapsody.
[i always wondered
what his skin really tasted like...]
i found pain and pleasure,
grinding of hips and burning of need,
and innocence being taken
by men prone to self indulgence,
clad in latex and my warmth...
full of my youth; of him.

02/04/2002

Posted on 02/04/2002
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