Poem by Doniell Cushman
I'm fourteen
And you want my body You touch and caress and make me believe Because you stop when I say "I'm not ready," And kiss me harder You're fourteen And you want to have sex Every time you see me. © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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