Thursday, September 9, 2010

Sally Red Shoes

Sally Red Shoes

The kid who sat next to me at the lunch table
She was beautiful and unforgiving
You had to watch what you said to her
Keep a tight grip on your thinking
If she knew about my fantasies
She would tear them from my consciousness
Ignoring polite social banter
She had a way of getting right to the point
Found the weakness in an instant
Twisting and scraping to make it sorer
She knows my hunger and impatience
Restlessness for something else
Tangible prize that fulfills me

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