Keep your hands to yourself
Look, but don't touch
Equivocally
I quiver
In the presence of this seemingly
God-like specimen
No longer a child
The adult within
Finally birthed
Eye candy
Lollipop on which I long
To suck
Sweet and tantalizing
Promises of sweet, fleeting moments
And whispered nothings
But in reality
Adding more inches
To my girth
Than I care to accumulate
No,
Turn your eyes away
From the memory of smooth hands
And ghosts of kisses
Look to what you have now
And leave the past
Unwrap your present
And dream of your future














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