Pretty GirlsA Poem by HelracIn my usual place at the foot of your bed, newly shaved legs shiny and smooth. Black mini pulled over my thighs. I sit watching you, I always love watching you get ready. So glamerouse, hair done just so. Soft curls and a rainbow bret. Thick red on the lips, a party night. I watch as you step into your stilettos, wobbly at first. You walk over and sit, reaching for your box. I wait, knowing. All dressed up and nowhere to go. You look at me as if searching for something.
"we're pretty girls"
"yeah, we're pretty girls" © 2012 HelracFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on February 5, 2012 Last Updated on February 10, 2012 AuthorHelracAboutI didn't intend on writing poetry. I set down to journal one day and this was how my thoughts came out. This seems to be the only way they come out which at times is really frustrating. Not sure what .. more..Writing
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