you keep calling me your little girl
funny
when i was little, no one ever called me that
they took me to the park
I liked the merry go round
she told me to be a big girl
when i dropped my ice cream
he told me I was his big girl
when I won a balloon
so you call me your little girl...
I never learned how to do that
--kristin foley
She dared not look at him
feeling the leather
strips caressing
the back of her
firm thighs
nipples tense,
heavy with need
made her body
yearn to be let
loose
from the ebony
lace and nylon
a long saxophone
rendered the
soundtrack
from the steaming
alley below
as clumsy arms
enfolded
hungry legs stole
the rhythm of the
dragonfly
in his eyes she
saw everything
as she flowed over
his skin
--kristin foley
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