Girls I'd Like to Kiss #4
Sarah Jones
Your youth belies the experience
your eyes bring to the game.
You've got designs on the world
with that pouty glance, sideways;
but still your chin points
forward, like the barrel of a gun,
while your thumb cocks the hammer
of your lips. When did you know
that you can lure anyone
into that trap of your marine
-hued stare and softest cheek?
Let me pull the trigger and take
the bullet you fire straight
through my desire. Goddamn,
girl. Just, goddamn.
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