What She Does Not Know
she thinks
he is sissy
he does not
mind her
advances
she touches
his
he looks at
the moon
she kisses him
he turns his face
down
she is mad
for his evasions
what she does not
know
he already
erupted
when she gazes
on him
that very first moment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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