This poem was written by Warrior, Jill! from Whangarei, New Zealand. She is a teacher in Surat Thani.
It Ain’t You Babe
Seriously I don’t have a title.
His rheumy eyes lust
He sees himself.
He reaches for
his bright, clean, innocent promise
gone now his future yours.
That is his lust.
Confused by your nascent sexuality.
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