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Rosy


girl is sensual,
girl likes sitting on a washing machine
with her mascara mouth open
chanting something she learned in a pop song.

 


girl loves other girls,
loves their honey mouths and
the crisp soda pop steps they leave in their wake,
neon sneakers singing in sweet voices on linoleum.

 


girl eats peaches because she likes the furry flesh 
and the way it rips beneath her teeth,
relishes in the way the juice drips down her chin.
girl eats peaches and thinks about another girl’s skin.

 

girl is sensual,
girl loves the coppery taste
of another girl’s fingers in her mouth and the bruises they leave
under her chin, encompassed by lipstick marks.

 


girl is bashful,
girl loves sundresses, loves sun kissed skin, loves sunny smiles.
girl hides her face when the other girls walk by and blushes 
when one gives her a grin.

 


girl is sensual. girl opens her mouth and says
“ahh.”

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malloryanne

Painting student in Brooklyn, NY with an incredible love for poetry.

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Comments (2)

malloryanne
<p>Thank you!</p>
kaybird99
<p>Sexy, telling piece. Makes me wonder about myself.</p><p>Girl is sensual, indeed.</p>

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