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Cycles by Michael R. Burch I see his eyes caress my daughter’s ******* through her thin cotton dress, and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra holds his bald fingers in fumbling mammalian awe . . . And I remember long cycles into the bruised dusk of a distant park, hot blushes, wild, disembodied rushes of blood, portentous intrusions of lips, tongues and fingers . . . and now in him the memory of me lingers like something thought rancid, proved rotten. I see Another again—hard, staring, and silent— though long-ago forgotten . . . And I remember conjectures of ***** lines, brief flashes of white down bleacher stairs, coarse patches of hair glimpsed in bathroom mirrors, all the odd, questioning stares . . . Yes, I remember it all now, and I shoo them away, willing them not to play too long or too hard in the back yard— with a long, ineffectual stare that years from now, he may suddenly remember. Keywords/Tags: cycles, youth, puberty, teenagers, *** lust, desire, daughter, father, chastity, virginity, abstinence
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
Cycles
Cycles by Michael R. Burch I see his eyes caress my daughter’s ******* through her thin cotton dress, and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra holds his bald fingers in fumbling mammalian awe . . . And I remember long cycles into the bruised dusk of a distant park, hot blushes, wild, disembodied rushes of blood, portentous intrusions of lips, tongues and fingers . . . and now in him the memory of me lingers like something thought rancid, proved rotten. I see Another again—hard, staring, and silent— though long-ago forgotten . . . And I remember conjectures of ***** lines, brief flashes of white down bleacher stairs, coarse patches of hair glimpsed in bathroom mirrors, all the odd, questioning stares . . . Yes, I remember it all now, and I shoo them away, willing them not to play too long or too hard in the back yard— with a long, ineffectual stare that years from now, he may suddenly remember. Keywords/Tags: cycles, youth, puberty, teenagers, *** lust, desire, daughter, father, chastity, virginity, abstinence
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62/M/Nashville, Tennessee
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
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