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Never having the nerve
I looked at you and you never knew
Your body was so smooth
Not a scratch or dimple
You were well taken care of
You were loved
I stared as you passed my house
Every morning
Every evening
The sun shone off your body
Making you look like an ivory statue
Smooth, flawless, perfect
He stroked you before he put you to bed each night
Watching I saw him kiss you gently as he turned off the lights
I knew I had to have you
I had to make you mine.
I searched my soul
Trying to find a way to make you mine
The man who called you his little girl
He loved you and took care of you
Living alone except for you
Thirteen years you had been his
He was the first man in your life
Never allowing anyone to touch you
Or even look at you
But his love was no match for mine
I called
I begged
Finally he gave you to me
I massaged you
Gave you everything you needed
And I loved you more than you would ever know
Finally I entered you
You roared
Your wheels spun
Throwing gravel behind you
You became the Corvette you were mean to be
At that moment, you became my little girl
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-05-08 at 04:23
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An Obsessive Love
I have seen you from a distanceNever having the nerve
I looked at you and you never knew
Your body was so smooth
Not a scratch or dimple
You were well taken care of
You were loved
I stared as you passed my house
Every morning
Every evening
The sun shone off your body
Making you look like an ivory statue
Smooth, flawless, perfect
He stroked you before he put you to bed each night
Watching I saw him kiss you gently as he turned off the lights
I knew I had to have you
I had to make you mine.
I searched my soul
Trying to find a way to make you mine
The man who called you his little girl
He loved you and took care of you
Living alone except for you
Thirteen years you had been his
He was the first man in your life
Never allowing anyone to touch you
Or even look at you
But his love was no match for mine
I called
I begged
Finally he gave you to me
I massaged you
Gave you everything you needed
And I loved you more than you would ever know
Finally I entered you
You roared
Your wheels spun
Throwing gravel behind you
You became the Corvette you were mean to be
At that moment, you became my little girl
Poetry by Rob Taylor
Read 1278 times
Written on 2007-05-08 at 04:23
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