ABOUT LOVE.

Frankie folds her hankie into neat triangles he watches how fingers so nimble can also form tight fists for defence yet these hands so often caress him bring him on to the point Frankie wipes her thin lips why are you looking so Johnny boy? She asks him O nothing just thinking (on how she manages to hold his young pecker so gently) about what? He smiles some boyish smile bet I know what's on that mind of yours Johnny boy what is that? He answers taking in her peach like breasts beneath orange cloth sex of course all you think about's that no you're wrong I wasn't he replies so what then? My beauty? My fine teeth? My long hair? Your fingers how nimble they perform simple tasks (how nimble caressing his body her fingers running down his back bone) you liar Johnny boy you're thinking of that night we made love and my hands potter's hands brought you up like fine clay to the point of hotness guess you're right those fingers I could suck each one so that's enough Johnny boy time for school keep it cool keep it cool and they walk sulkily to lessons on history about war and bloodshed but he wants to make hot love instead.

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