There he is the “man” no boy he pays his own bills with money he makes after school Swooning she flutters eyelashes without will just a girl dressed in a woman’s body Proudly permitting his heroic hands to roam stirring her blood Until it pounds in her ears and blocks the sense and sound of that first slap that splits her lip
The “man”
the “man”
no boy he
pays his own
bills with money
he makes after school
Swooning
she flutters eyelashes
without will
just a girl dressed
in a woman’s body
Proudly permitting
his heroic hands
to roam stirring
her blood
Until it pounds
in her ears
and blocks
the sense and
sound of that
first slap
that splits her lip