A Short Story About - My Dirty Slut Poem by James McLain

Into my eyes she deeply looked
I stood out silent
knowing
she would be punished for that.

Curling all of her toes out
of the ten
not even one was painted.

As I anticipated
over her shaking lips
stood my shadow.

Leaning back down
I could see over her shoulder
through her dark hair.

She couldn't see
how my hand trembled
as the tallest red wood tree stood
there out side my window
I became lost in her branches.