I spent the time
learning how to braid
the girl’s hair.
She had a good laugh
watching me
spend hours
trying to learn
something new.
The girl
is exclusive,
she insists
there’s no sharing
which in all honesty
is fine with me.
However,
every now and then
it’s good for her to know
a different view
she’s beautiful, drop dead
the girl is a looker
crushing the eyes
of the onlookers
who insist
on staring at her.
So here I am
trying to
braid her hair
because pigtails
are sorta cute
and she knows
how she affects me.
The girl,
is an updated version
of the exact thing
that turns heads
each and every time
she enters a room.
Here’s the thing,
she loves
to beg,
and it’s enough to
melt the very way
how I see the world.
Because now
if I don’t have her
I’m lost
in a way
that’s heartfelt.
I promised her
she’d have words
before the sun
ever woke up.
Congratulations!
you’ve infected
my once
perfect mind
I’m now waiting
to make love
there’s something about
that first light
and how it highlights
her pretty curves
now that the girl
is my updated version.
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