Jane
Erren Kelly
A boygirl stood not far
From me as we
Waited for the bus to
West seattle
She couldn’t have been a
Shade over 5’5
She had a boyish haircut
High and tight
The loudest red hair I’d
Ever seen
I would’ve complimented her
But I didn’t want her
To think I was a
Pest
From faraway, she could’ve
Been a guy
I would’ve loved to have
Taken her to a hotel room
And have her strip
Probably to some velvet underground
Or a david bowie song
See those cute breasts barely
Formed
With nipples standing out like
Red berries
She would strut like a
Model
Her ass, the only thing feminine
As lou reed sings odes to
Addiction and kinky
Sex
Or david bowie would wonder
If she’s a boy or a girl?
I would have her stand
In front of me
As I place my hands between
Her legs and feel
The roar of the
Ocean
I would rub my fingers
Through her hair
Like a prize I won
Then I’d kneel and take
Her
Into my mouth like
Communion
Before I die,
I want to love a boyish
Girl
Maybe she’ll be a jock
Or a dancer
Maybe she’ll be nerdy
When we shower, the
Beads of water
Will form on her alabastrine
Body like small planets
I’ll finger her cunt
Which will feel like
Wild horses running
Spastic
As she takes me into
Her mouth
I’ll love the way she walks across
My room
As bowie sings
About “ bright
Young things…”
Erren Kelly
A boygirl stood not far
From me as we
Waited for the bus to
West seattle
She couldn’t have been a
Shade over 5’5
She had a boyish haircut
High and tight
The loudest red hair I’d
Ever seen
I would’ve complimented her
But I didn’t want her
To think I was a
Pest
From faraway, she could’ve
Been a guy
I would’ve loved to have
Taken her to a hotel room
And have her strip
Probably to some velvet underground
Or a david bowie song
See those cute breasts barely
Formed
With nipples standing out like
Red berries
She would strut like a
Model
Her ass, the only thing feminine
As lou reed sings odes to
Addiction and kinky
Sex
Or david bowie would wonder
If she’s a boy or a girl?
I would have her stand
In front of me
As I place my hands between
Her legs and feel
The roar of the
Ocean
I would rub my fingers
Through her hair
Like a prize I won
Then I’d kneel and take
Her
Into my mouth like
Communion
Before I die,
I want to love a boyish
Girl
Maybe she’ll be a jock
Or a dancer
Maybe she’ll be nerdy
When we shower, the
Beads of water
Will form on her alabastrine
Body like small planets
I’ll finger her cunt
Which will feel like
Wild horses running
Spastic
As she takes me into
Her mouth
I’ll love the way she walks across
My room
As bowie sings
About “ bright
Young things…”
