About A Girl (Kindof Two)
she stood before me unreal,
tempting and pretty like cake frosting.
just a doll in her white lacey garter
and her light up heels and her pigtails and her glasses.
she had a mosquito bite on her back.
i couldn't keep my eyes off it.
i loved it because it made her real.
i had the same urge to kiss it that i got
when too close to the scars which ran all up
and down my friend's arms, shining an eery white in the sun.
i wanted to kiss them because they made her real.
because they told a story.
because she would never be seamless or a blank page.
but the stripper had a pink princess paper bag
and she had a round little tummy and a warm smile
and a boyfriend who would pick her up when she was done.
and as much as i wanted to see her naked and as much as i wanted to see her fabled clit ring up close, there was still that mosquito bite, making me want to throw a robe on over her and carry her away from it all.
later, over pizza, she was chatty and jovial and i felt guilty for desiring her in such a base way.
tempting and pretty like cake frosting.
just a doll in her white lacey garter
and her light up heels and her pigtails and her glasses.
she had a mosquito bite on her back.
i couldn't keep my eyes off it.
i loved it because it made her real.
i had the same urge to kiss it that i got
when too close to the scars which ran all up
and down my friend's arms, shining an eery white in the sun.
i wanted to kiss them because they made her real.
because they told a story.
because she would never be seamless or a blank page.
but the stripper had a pink princess paper bag
and she had a round little tummy and a warm smile
and a boyfriend who would pick her up when she was done.
and as much as i wanted to see her naked and as much as i wanted to see her fabled clit ring up close, there was still that mosquito bite, making me want to throw a robe on over her and carry her away from it all.
later, over pizza, she was chatty and jovial and i felt guilty for desiring her in such a base way.