Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Lolita


She walks away and of course you only want her more.
You tell her so.
But all you get is a smile and a wink.
Your bones ache.
You need her.
You want to consume all her lines and glances,
so that it's only yours always.

Her with that slowly swaying walk.

One pouty lip and you were hooked.
Then a deep stare and you all but threw your heart at her.
That's all it took.
That slowly swaying walk
begging for your attention.



3 comments:

Nikki said...

You wrote a poem about me!?!?! I am so honored.

TEEHEE, just kidding. I love the poem!!

Eva said...

I love this. We always want what seems unattainable. Boys especially.

-MissC* said...

Boys Especially.