Sweet girl, eyes shining, endlessly dying
for attention she knows I can give-
what she shows with her lips
that she wants: Soft smile, chest
flat against my knees,
forehead always pointed straight up,
sudden ducks through my legs,
and I could stand here all day,
if only she fit, so
I sit down, and those hips come ‘round,
and she makes her home on me.
Awesome poem but I can’t seem to understand this though. Sorry
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