Pubescent Hair

PUBESCENT HAIR

The hair is hormonal , pubescent in youth
spreading there wings like an alien in you
falling from the scratch into the bowl
flushed down it micro bites , a terror in two
feeling a change as a mood , grows more
coming as seed , a cloud puerile in blue
an immature attack between voice and freedom
where I'm asking daddy , how do I do that
shallow but long , hairy as a head
dread as old age becomes a mission of lead
heavy like a feather but thin and petite
she's hormonal to the world of a life ahead
ripe and fully grown for the pickings
having a shower you find its still itching
like a virgina and a penis on a sexual mission
growing to an age of youthful cravings
for another taste of an action in haste
young developing old as many a clocks hands
time is ticking baby , it won't be long
for your breeding cycle and the change of a tire
but its pubescent hair , it's pubescent hair
nothing can change that
hairs are falling
in sheer delight into the bathtub on a soapy flight
wash me away , go wash me away
says the hair , aware of the trip down the stairs
growing pains link a sweat in body action
you tore a hair in an animal act
of many in climax a pubescent fact
thin and narrow minded
its structure complete
a story of youth in physical heat .

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All poems created by Davy. C. Green
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Created by Azza
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