For a writing assignment in my creative writing class.
A writer, you say, I can read something if I want to
I do, I say, and I
cross my fingers and hope that you actually can write
so I don't have to lie
It is perfect, a writer
tall, handsome, skinny
I watch your knees through the holes in your jeans
and you pull me in
towards you
kissing me gently
I can feel that you want more
I don't understand it
The bonfire is reflecting in your eyes
and your thighs are half the size of mine
Your hand moves down my body,
all of a sudden
inside
But I don't want you
even though you are skinny
and you actually do want me
Poetry by kristallkross
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Written on 2007-11-13 at 21:07
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Unwanted
You are attractive, skinny, teared jeansA writer, you say, I can read something if I want to
I do, I say, and I
cross my fingers and hope that you actually can write
so I don't have to lie
It is perfect, a writer
tall, handsome, skinny
I watch your knees through the holes in your jeans
and you pull me in
towards you
kissing me gently
I can feel that you want more
I don't understand it
The bonfire is reflecting in your eyes
and your thighs are half the size of mine
Your hand moves down my body,
all of a sudden
inside
But I don't want you
even though you are skinny
and you actually do want me
Poetry by kristallkross
Read 719 times
Written on 2007-11-13 at 21:07
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