You walk the streets of Suburbia
not like an Egyptian
more like a Solid Gold dancer with intentional, slow hip sways
in case the neighborhood boys want to come out to play
and put their hands on you while you dribble and they protect the hoop
No one calls foul
Some walk with you until they get the courage to ask you to do more
No, you say, I’m only 14
but desire feels good
One boy calls you with *86 and says he saw you walking
He touches himself while you watch Luke and Laura and wonder who he is
You have learned to walk in a line, one foot in front of the other to make your bum wiggle
Grown men drive by, circle round and pass again
In your underage mind, this is a compliment
and not a line
that has been crossed
About the Creator
Bam Kizbee
I enjoy writing literary and erotic fiction, poetry, scripts and imaginary letters that explore power dynamics, BDSM, female superiority, FLR, feminism, peace, tolerance and politics. Subscribe and Follow. https://linktr.ee/bamkizbee
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