La Jolla is the pearl from my mother's string necklace
That I stole from her drawer when I was 15, no more.
To gift to the girl who had stolen my heart.
The very first beauty to hold my cock softly,
Like a fledgling rooster
Nestling in the palm of her hand.
Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2020
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