Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing


You said
“Hey little girl”
to the meanest girl in town,
a long legged girl with a short temper,
and my only response was a withering, glance back in your direction,
before my long legs left the building.

I think you only peak my interest when you flutter like a bird,
nervous and neurotic,
words tumbling from your pretty lips like an avalanche,
and I can’t resist stopping the flow with a slow kiss.

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