Crush Poem by Dónall Dempsey

She was a platinum
blonde

straight out of a bottle
awesome as a genie

she had muscles
on her muscles

her breasts
stood atop her pectorals

shaped like perfect
sandcastles

shell-like nipples

always insisted on Indian arm wrestles
using only her little finger

her pinky
always won.

I really really fancied her
(though totally terrified of her)

she was my best friend's mum
could crack an egg between her beautiful bossoms

or the cheeks of her bum

she could have crushed me
between her forefinger and her thumb

if she knew
I had a crush

on her
turning me into a non-stop masturbator

always called me Milly
though I was Molly

didn't dare correct her
didn't care

never said nothing
only smiled

avoided the beauty
of her eyes.