brushing my wet hair in front of a mirror by ana c.
March 26, 2011 at 9:36 pm | Posted in poem | 5 Commentsbrushing my wet hair in front of a mirror
wearing a cape i mean a towel
taking it off
wearing my wet hair like a cape
wearing your hands like a bra
i put on my hoodie
accidentally backwards
and trap my face in the hood
the hood hides my face
and you unzip me
from behind you hold my tits
and i just wanted to let you
know that your hands are my favorite
strapless bra
because your hands never fall down
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Comment by Jackson Nieuwland— March 27, 2011 #
Can someone please check in on DJ Berndt? I’m worried about him and possibly his trousers. I hope he doesn’t read this poem.
Comment by tonydanzasface— March 27, 2011 #
sew gewd
Comment by goosefriends— March 27, 2011 #
yes!
Comment by gustavo.rivera— March 28, 2011 #
PRecious.
Comment by Khalym Kari Burke-Thomas— March 29, 2011 #