Tennis Whites
She is a goddess
and I am but a mere mortal,
I fear perhaps it is too late.
Perhaps I have ruined my chances
by acts of tongue.
She is a goddess as she moves in
her tennis whites.
I adore her, at least.
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2014
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