In A Dream I saw a girl
She looked a lot like you
If time had frozen you
She must have been seven or eight
But wise beyond her years
Men would pass
She'd call to them
And offer them a time slot in her bed
Each one took her up on her offer
And she'd walk hand in hand with them
To the treehouse in her backyard
Hours would pass
Then each man would come out
Adjusting his tie or belt
Then the girl would emerge
Sometimes beaten,
Sometimes covered in cum,
Sometimes dead.
And we'd weep together
For no men were left
That knew how to just play.

01/17/2004

Author's Note: repost

Posted on 05/07/2006
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