A Blue Jean Affair
a cinch or a pinch of a peach sponge scraper,
gains a ticket to my cheeks. a little
hangnail of virtue slides up a base to my hair.
a split nail curves a catch
and swiftly it drops to an angle
simply a blue jean affair,
he reaches to the bent belt loops of
my pants painted on my curves
he tugs a little with his strong sensational
vibes trying to bring it down, down
but I grab him and put him
in my face
so I got these tan trees comin’ out of the ground
shading my plaid blanket to be found
doing a twist with his body, there aren’t
any red, yellow, green, or blue circles just brown
dry dirt and the blue in his eyes
dirt in my body
he lurks around my curves
he sponges his hands in a wave
climbing a hope of his to be
craved by anyone
I reach behind and to do a spin,
“so what do you want?”
I asked him.
Strawberries never tasted so good
bland, as he
pressed his fat lips to mind
and he massages his hands
through my head
“Whatever, we ain’t got time.”
Author notes
Written April 1st, 2005
A contest entry
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very catchy title and well written
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Hmm...different...I like the catchy title and the story descriptions are especially good around the belt loops and dirt- thanks for the entry!
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This is very unique. Not really my style or type of poetry, but still well written.
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This wasn't hard to follow at all... very sensual and very well written... I love the imagery, the colors, the feel, the opening stanza draws the reader in with interest, and questions of where is this leading, excellent and refreshing, this is definately something different you have a very unique way of writing
All the best, Annie 
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Very interesting write. A little hard to follow, though. I like the word play in this...and the second stanza most of all. Bestest wishes & other mushy stuff ~Meli~
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