Air Kisses
By Silver Spun Sand
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Think
they almost own me
for it’s true
they do know me
intimately.
The tilt of my chin
my skin
each blemish
each mark
the mole on my thigh
the line of my nose
the concave curve of my hips
perfect bow of my lips
when I kiss
the air
and pretend
it’s for them.
As they ogle
those glossy magazine
get me down from the shelf
take me home
lie on their beds
fill their heads
with thoughts
of what they would do
given half the chance.
Fat chance!
Raunchy poses
supposing
I’m feeling horny
just goes to show
how wrong
they can be.
Pin me up on their walls
or their tinny locker-doors
jerk off
as they dream
their lurid dreams.
Have perverse
pathetic fantasies
while I smile
with eyes
that despise
them all.
And lips that defy
the camera never lies.
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Tina!you can turn your hand
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This is great Tina, one I
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'The tilt of my chin my
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