she sits on a lunchroom bench
. dips a spoon in pudding
he looks over
. catches her eye
she takes a smooth mouthful
. twists it upside-down
he forgets
. what he was saying
she half closes her eyes
. opens them full back at him
he knows
. what that look is
she lets the tip sit at her lips
. swallows
he smiles
. walks over
© Hannah Walleser
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HEW said... February 16, 2010 at 5:25 PM
erotic poem for class
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