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Click hereLike every girl I know my age
I keep a set of hidden pix
A bathroom mirror is my stage
And late at night I get my fix
Performing these salacious tricks
Shot by shot I strip and tease
A flash of nip a glimpse of ass
I give these anxious tits a squeeze
Pretending I am randy, crass,
An eager slut inside the glass
There in my phone my nudies wait
Like skeletons in closets hid
Hopeful they will someday rate
My shame and shyness finally rid
My body sold to highest bid
I lay them out like breadcrumbs strewn
Along a snapchat forest path
And wear the hood of Alice Moon
While sexting like a psychopath
and masturbating in the bath
I save the money pic for last
Postpone the most outrageous stunt
But desperation holds me fast
No God or parent to affront
I text the picture of my cunt
Wet and eager, down to fuck
A song below my open thigh
Of pain and melancholy struck
“So Lonely,” I begin to cry.
“So lonely that I want to die.”
Not my usual kink but I was taken by your candor and style. Thank you for sharing with us.
You speak openly from the heart ,and are unafraid to expose your inner most longings. We all deserve to be truly loved and appreciated. Sooner. Or later. "IT " happens
You capture the angst of youth, of isolation, of scared to be different, scared to be you. And everyone of us will recognize those beings.
Sail on sweet Alice.
Dear Alice,
I hope that is not you in these last lines.
Life can be a joy, but also
Life can be so cruel.
If you do ever feel so depressed take a trip to a park, take in the joy of nature of children laughing.
I challenge any sadness to remain in such surroundings.
Alone? Nevah...
An entire community --
bound in lifestyle unity --
surrounds ya.
Broke my heart — truly hope you find the right goers to be moonlit and warmed by that party that is you sweetheart — cheers sister
You have as much a way with words as with conte' crayon and chalk/pastels. You may be an erotic renaissance woman! lol
Very erotic but sad at the end. You are not alone in this world. We are listening and care.
Even with the dark edges, a lot of fun getting there. I am reminded a little of W. H. Davies in your word usage.
This poem artfully reveals the emotions behind this "salacious" act. I really appreciate the twist at the end, bittersweet, yet completely honest.
Made me smile and has much more than the usual dirty ditty. Mentioned in Poetry Recommendations..