You made nasal chuckles while you slept next
to me the first time. Your dark hair
trespassed to mine, mingling the colors -
a desegregation of blondes and browns;
you kept me up, rubbing yourself
against my thighs over and over and over that night.
I was too young for you,
you'd say. But you didn't much mind, pretending
I was younger - 14, maybe, if you wanted me to be.
Of course, I couldn't stay the night;
but you were an adult, and so was I, really -
I could ruin my life again
for you.
I guess you're ready to finish now,
but I just want to start
again - properly, this time.
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