Non-Erotic PoetryLittle Girl BluesI feel thirteen face hidden behind
an exposed shoulder golden brown
smooth little moist lips puck pink
for someone with passion and vigor
less mechanical and more inspired
silly poetic twirls when kissed. I am
Gabriel with my blows; trumpet
after trumpet. The brain between my
legs pulsates suckles squirms awaits
each long tame with tongue. In kind.
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