My friend, Emily
Hair in crimson curls,
Had those dainty fine features
I appreciate in girls.
My friend, Emily
Always used to say
She looked quite alluring naked,
So come by on laundry day.
Emily, the coquette.
Rounded stomach
Peeking out
Under Emmy's
Clingy sweater,
Ample breasts
Overflow.
My friend, Emily
Wrapped me in her arms,
Hugging 'round my denim curves,
Implored with subtle charms.
My friend, Emily
In cleave of ashen breast,
Defrosted hypothermic fingers,
Let me do the rest.
Emily, the tease.
Something in the
Spark, gasp,
Cunning touch,
Spoke to me.
Masked desires,
Betrayed.
My friend, Emily
Lying on the couch,
Took my frigid hand in hers,
Slipped in a velvet pouch.
My friend, Emily
Drifting into sleep,
Confessed to the proclivity
Persuading her to weep.
Nipples pinched,
Stomach raked,
Mound stroked,
Body quaked,
Cunt provoked,
Heaven waked!
My friend, Emily
First thing the next day,
Went out in search of boys to kiss
To prove she wasn't gay.
Originally published May 2009