I wanted to see you.
Tried to--but you
ducked behind the briars,
obscuring the hairy white flashes of your
chest and hips and ass. Oh,
we all knew what I really sought,
the money shot,
sloughing my soaked shorts off like snakeskin,
peeling off my panties, one damp leg, another--
These games were made for two.
This was your idea, after all, and so
bare, I run
weeds whipping my knees,
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Posted: August 1st, 2006