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Nabakov Fan-girl

Sitting there

plumping up your Russian-red lips

around a straw that is

as long as it is thick

Girlie

I know you ain't read none of them books.

You wait for the movie to come out.

And do you know what happens in that movie?

Well.

There's this little girl in it

much like you

with the same red lips

and heart-shaped glasses

like yours

and sweet sky-blue denim

hugging the comely swope of

girlish *** and soft rounded thigh

hiding so little of slender leg that I wonder-

why bother wearing clothes at all?

And she and this man...

well...

she and this man get to be good friends

like you and I could be

if you would first just tell me your name.

Oh, you're busy, are you?

Well, I bet you are

Go on then.

Tempt some other sucker

while you **** on

some other such ******* symbol.

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Written by
alice-butler
English
Published
Jan 1, 2013
Lines·Words
30·151
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Written from the point of view of a creepy old man.

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