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and there she was

she was the kind of girl

that you always hear about

but never see yourself

the kind thats cute

the kind that looks innocent

the kind that takes ballet

the kind that are very young

the ones with happy faces and

budding breasts

the kind that are so new

but still so experienced

the forbidden fruit you

know you cant touch but

but cant stop dreaming about

the kind that you know has

very pious Christian parents

who force upon their

precious daughter the commandments

and sunday school

that thirteenyearoldlolita

and there she was

her mother had a crucifix on her neck

and a buldge in her coat pocket

that i was sure was a tiny bible

her father had cokebottle glasses

and thinning hair

with a very depressed look about him

and there she was

wearing tight blue jeans that

clung to her tight behind nicely

wearing a loose white tanktop

over an otherwise naked body

with long brown hair dangling

in front of her face

which was touched up by cosmetics

in all the right places

an there she was

this forbidden fruit of

lusty fanciful thought

bending over before me

purposely revealing her small

endowments

to my staring eyes

as she reached for a magazine

a little bit of thigh and forearm

rubbed against my leg

she was mine for just that second

and there she goes

after winking at me

she turns and walks away

waggling her little butt

seductively as she takes her

seat next to her domineering mother

every so often she would look up

and wed make eye contact

but that was it

there she was

and there she went

and all i have

is this poem

to remember

my

girl

 

Dec 10, Dec 18, 2000; Jan 23, 2001

 

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