dhd_no_pants

an old poem of mine that I found floating around:

Interactions

A lit cigarette burns fiercely,
clenched between my fingers
and you stare so blatantly
at the pink lips
that suck at it
until it
becomes phallic in your mind.
The tiny circles I make
over and around the
browned
filter with just the tip of one finger,
are overtly suggestive,
in a way
of how you know
your fingers could
work me
I know its my looks
that really get you off,
The sweet round face
and baby blue eyes,
high tits and
firm thighs
could belong
to a 16 year old
whore,
a masterpiece of
youth and
overused sexuality
that leaves you
hot with lust and
guilt
after these tiny
interactions.