Thursday, 17 October 2013

Poem: Babe

I remember when you were
Just knee-high
Such a cute little thing.

The same eyes
Once shoulder-high
Sparkled like never before.

The same thighs
Don’t just walk
They talk
With wickedest whispers.

You think of me as
A childish crush
An older man
Still cannot touch.

Graeme Roberts

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