Probably fourteen maybe twelve
a jewel glitters in her bellybutton
her tight halter top more than hints
it will stay up without artificial sweetners
her packed hip hugging pedal pushers
(or am I dating myself)
sway with a certain earthy sophistication
reflected in the swing of her shoulder bag
that her slightly wobbly strides on the
high heeled sandals belie
nail enamel matching dark tan lipgloss
blushing cheeks eyelids the hue of orgasm
rose tat on her shoulder one pierced eyebrow
innocent blue eyes and pale perfect skin
Three guesses:
1. Her parents have been lobotomized
2. She is a sex slave working for organized crime
3. She is on her way to grade nine math class
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