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.
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