Wednesday, June 29, 2011
A flash of color,sweet cinnamon skin
starts to remind me,
that we’re not really kin.
Tangerine Capri’s cuts
low across neat hips,protruding tube top
makes me lick my lips.
A navel on soft caramel
blaze my eyes like sand,burning this front seat rider
sitting on his aching hands.
Seventeen with hard pants,
but I did just what I shouldand forgot my hot teenage dream, but
damn, Aunt Jeanie sure looks good.
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