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o·.·´¯`·.·o Original Sin o·.·´¯`·.·o |
pertly, oh so pertly, she balances herself carefully.
somehow the stilettos do not seem to agree with her,
but she needs to put up with the big girl act or he
would rather look the other way. sometimes she thinks
God is not being fair; men put on the sad little boy
act and women fall over themselves to coddle them,
while she, a girl, has to grow up just so she can
catch some sinful smiles bestowed her way. she licks
the tip of the spoon tasting every bit of the chocolate
bliss melting fast in the air-conditioned room. with
a final nonchalant shrug, she thinks -to heck with men,
they can wait just a little while longer- as she devours
the last remnants of little girls' original sin.
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