The trouble with being young and intelligent
is that common sense sometimes dissolves.
Rationally you know not to fuck those men,
hormonally you don’t. They are all legal,
after all.

Your cunt screams to be touched, stroked,
brought to life by the pseudo-intellectual
in the back row.

The trouble with being a prodigy
is that books are very easy to read. Body
language is hard, like that young thick
cock that you want to touch. He wants
it too, to drive into you against the wall,
proverbial, or not.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on September 20, 2012, in POETRY, Scoop and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. All I can say is: Hey, Scoop, I’m a pseudo-intellectual.

  2. Allie Marini Batts

    If only the brain and the libido could communicate better.

  3. my geiger counter is screaming “DANGER”

  4. In the novels of Thomas Hardy love barely creates a bond and lust nearly shapes a bondage.

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