Stoop

Drop my bike sweaty
The grass is light
I wish
My feet could feel
the breeze on my toes
Too long in the sun
I walk up the step
tackled suddenly
back to my bike
pushed on the ground
overtop me
Say I’m too busy in the day
I feel my butt mashed
My breasts
When I think about your hair
I Wonder what your doing
Till you get up
and prance away
Am I supposed to think
your joking?

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