©1998 by Spring
much like the playful hands of children.
Oranges and reds.
Lollipops and laughter.
Layer on layer.
Iron teeth will rake.
Circling arms to measure your girth.
Tip toes to reach limbs that are falling.
Much like my hands that lift up your breasts.
Teeth that expose you.
Young lush growth fresh to my hands.
Woman or child?
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