the things ii would do to
this soft flesh
wrapped around a hard stare
and a dimpled smile
to resist would
insist against my
biologic radius circling
around this boy
and his 
what is this thing anyway
sugar salted between his teeth
smooth surface confidence
with no release
this pale pair of forbidden skies
leaves me salivating
here in my dry maturity
surrounded by rights and wrongs
cravings for purity
violent biting my tongue
numb to the way sex tastes
when we’re young
and this fast morning dream
breaks into my motion
wakes me into the roughest smile
ii’ve ever seen
locked behind the lips of a boy
who is almost sixteen


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