Her ten year old jaws
Slide sly behind her legs
I know what she wants,
What she always wants
The hunt
A rosy blush
Alight beneath old bulbs
Shines,
Midst shadows of brown hair.
Sometimes I wonder
Who is the master, really?
She is wise enough to tell me,
Silently, with a high head
And a stiff pose.
–LM
Oh😲 creepy 😄
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Sweet Lolita
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