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in heat
by Angela Thomasnew rule: the sexy, forty-something, but with
the ass of a twenty-year old dominican papis
in my neck of the woods are not allowed to wear
those linen pants anymore. i don't care if it's summer
and the middle of a heat wave, i nearly broke
a pen in two, as it sat between my tensed fingers,
lips between my teeth, breath held momentary
and released, an impossible throbbing between
my legs. and, new rule: recently graduated high-school
seniors are not permitted to lounge at the beach
on a tuesday, drenched from a swim in the ocean,
wet shorts clinging to glistening thighs, towel soaked,
spread eagle in the sunlight to dry, hard abs waiting
for able hands to grab, touch, rub, pleasure, please, me. 08/09/2011 Posted on 08/09/2011
Copyright © 2025 Angela Thomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/09/11 at 12:49 PM Wowza! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/18/11 at 03:29 AM All too often things that seem right don't seem wrong until we've already done what we thought was right. I love the write lady and just re-read Poe's The Raven. |
| Posted by William F Dougherty on 07/24/12 at 04:56 PM Truth always seems audacious. Like it.
Addicted to sonnets. |
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