Wind slams my window
shut like astonished mouths in
awe of dark rumors.

Awe of dark rumors
keeps me tongue-tied and buzzing -
a bee in my throat.

A bee in my throat
throws tiny barbs - I open
up and scream outright.

Tongue-drive my beauty.
Moan like thunder in the night.
Gorgeous breast petals,

sweet, tender and white.
Touch me where I am hairless -
unused cowrie shell.

Imagine me moons
from now - the reigning prom queen,
high school graduate.


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