Face Fuck Book #49

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Part 46 of the 66 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 05/04/2013
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erectus123
erectus123
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Face Fuck Book #49

Goodness
There she is
FB across the sea
The baby all grown up
Tiny fragile
beautiful in her own way
I met Patricia
       in a movie theater
Killing a few days
       before takeoff
She had a baby stroller
We all stood up when they
       played the national anthem
She was a seat away
Neat, but poorly dressed
We talked at the intermission
A sweet girl
Walked her home
        baby and all
His sister's child
Never believed that
Too embarrassed
       to admit indiscretion?
Understandable
Soft
Doe eyed
Brown hair
Knew nothing
       they left school so early
Made you want to protect her
       in her stupidity
       her wonderment at all things
       simple pleasures
We went out the next night
Of course the baby came
Returned to her home
No family visible
Probably asleep
We sat in the parlor
I held her soft breasts
       kissed her respectfully
       promising to return if...
I wrote her for months afterwards
Always enclosing $20 bills
Finally she asked,
       "What should I do with them?"

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erectus123erectus123almost 11 years agoAuthor
"truth is stranger than fiction," they tell me

but to me, truth has a ring to it, falsehoods clang! On the other hand, I have know perfect liars who actually believed the lies they were telling and became furious if called on it. I had a friend who convinced myself and even his wife that he was a secret FBI agent, eventually we learned he was not, but it took a long time. There were ten other identities he claimed and I am still not sure of them. Since he claimed he was trained to kill with one finger I never pressed him. I must not forget to mention him in this series. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!

AngelineAngelinealmost 11 years ago
Like I've said before

your reportorial, almost photographic writing style makes these poems so vivid. I don't know what is fact or fiction because it all sounds so honest. That's a good thing!

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