the exhibitionistsA Poem by delapruchna.standing clothed at the edge of the mall parking lot with a lush green park set next to him--- slowly beginning to undress, right down to the complete nakedness au naturel, exposed, in the birthday suit, with the genitalia swinging at semi feet picking up the pace brisk air kissing the buttocks mooning left & right in a spastic, excited, rant of physicality & the screaming mothers who really want it see the children laughing & pointing fingers see the seniors laugh & cringe, still deciding as to whether this is the most grotesque thing they’ve ever seen or the last intriguing moment they’ll ever have before they croak---seeing this, she gets inspired, in sweet anasyrma she gets up from the bench whereupon she had been sitting & while watching the nude man make his way into the mall, she lifts up her own skirt to expose herself to the world, turning around & bending over, getting aroused as those disgusted by the man now shout at her & suddenly the couple who’d been getting steamy in the car directly behind the girl showing her hoo-hoo to the people of the parking lot & adjacent park, now decide to make their way out into the dead center of the green, groping & stroking & kissing & licking & taking the onlookers to the next level, with jaws dropping & pacemakers stopping, mothers covering their kiddies faces as the couple goes at it like rabbits hopping & bopping & hopping & bopping--- whilst the two are screwing for the public eye & the girl’s hoo-hoo is staring at the sun & the man in the mall is shaking his balls all over aeropostale, j. crew & the gap, she gets on her cell & punches in a random number, after someone picks up she cries through the line “hey baby, devinez ce que je fais maintenant?” © 2012 delapruch |
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Added on April 20, 2012 Last Updated on April 21, 2012 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..Writing
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