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Under the table--spreading the lips of
Discarded
bubble gum.
Feel the wetness of a stranger’s
saliva
Between gooey indestructible pink thing.
Sticking to my fingers and the
Grease and
hair lingering under the table,
Reminding me of
perspiring trimmed bush
Nestled over nectoring flesh.
Shortness of breath and suddenly
Scarf like heat
around the neck.
Throbbing between the legs and I
begin
To rub it with an unfamiliar hand.
Shifty eyes and hopping no one sees.
A teenage grimy fantasy.
Wanting
my lips with quivering jaw
And bumpy tongue pressed
up against,
Under the table…
Mouth full of
bubblegum.
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