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Indigo Hair Lolita

A late night poetry reading of a sort � � � � � �
your laptop warms your thighs and silky charms � � � � �
as you read my sultry lines one by one by one � � � � � � �
feeding your most lusty addiction for my words � � � � � �
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Closing your eyes you picture your beloved poet �
imaging my face, my voice, my prowess � � � �
recalling your favorite of my lines of seduction � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
licking your lips to match other hidden moistness � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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The single rap on the door startles your upright � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
reminding you of your outgrown yet feigned innocence � � �
as you close your most cherished poem of mine � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
turning off the bedroom light and lying back wanton � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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In the darkness you are painted shadowy blueish � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
succumbing to your beastlike desires unashamed � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
shedding your Hello Kitty T-shirt and girlhood inhibitions � �
becoming once again my indigo hair Lolita most divine � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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You begin by wetting your shaky greedy fingers � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
then trace small teasing circles about your buds � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
feeling the swelling and the accompanying ache � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
breathing slowly and ever so deeper with desire � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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Even now I see your teasing descent into decadence
deft digits wander on their own so knowing the way � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
playfully tickling downy hair that's carefully trimmed � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
becoming glistening coated with your trickling honey � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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Lingering at the fragrant source of your drippingness � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
you glide a finger the length of your pouting lips � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
pretending to beckon me to become the roguish cad � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
mounting you with wild abandon crushing your flower � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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The stage is set, the fantasy fully unleashed � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
you insert and probe with a skilled practiced precision � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
an accompanying diddle at your most secret place � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
flooding you with color and tingling everywhere � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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Feverous frenzy at the cusp of eros ever dangling � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
almost ready to ... go ... over ... the ... cliff � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
"So ... are you writing me another poem" she crescendos � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
my blue haired fantasy collides with my redheaded reality