The way
Miss Manners
sat
on the school desk
when the teacher
was out
of the room
or before
he came in
hands on each side
of her thighs
flat
on the desk top
her white socks
hugging her carves
and black shoes
toe touching
and the knees rubbing
each on each
and Boxy said
nudging you
giving her
the eye
wouldn’t mind being
her bicycle seat
and the sunlight
lit up her hair
angel like
sitting there you thought
the hands small
palms down
the fingers
slightly spread
the nails
pinkie white
unchewed
and Boxy whispered
bet she’s *******
his breath
easing out
sweetness
of bubblegum
wouldn’t mind
kissing her ***
he sniggered
there was
where the sunlight
caught her profile
that contrast
of light and shade
the nose
the lips
slight spread
and where
the sun lit her
a halo shone
around her
****** head.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
The way
Miss Manners
sat
on the school desk
when the teacher
was out
of the room
or before
he came in
hands on each side
of her thighs
flat
on the desk top
her white socks
hugging her carves
and black shoes
toe touching
and the knees rubbing
each on each
and Boxy said
nudging you
giving her
the eye
wouldn’t mind being
her bicycle seat
and the sunlight
lit up her hair
angel like
sitting there you thought
the hands small
palms down
the fingers
slightly spread
the nails
pinkie white
unchewed
and Boxy whispered
bet she’s *******
his breath
easing out
sweetness
of bubblegum
wouldn’t mind
kissing her ***
he sniggered
there was
where the sunlight
caught her profile
that contrast
of light and shade
the nose
the lips
slight spread
and where
the sun lit her
a halo shone
around her
****** head.
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