Fan
Fan
He always stands
in the back.
with his head
tilted back.
Gazing upon the stage,
thinking damn if I
could hit.
man if i could lick
but the girl wont
gaze his way.
he watches her
body move
like a ribbon in the
sky.
she seems so innocent
so pure
the type of female he could be
intimate with.
Then she looks his way,
her smile bright as day,
Then slowly turns away.
that's all he needed
he gets up with
lotion in hand walks
away a happy
fan.
Copyright © Mercedes Terry | Year Posted 2006
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