To Alexa

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Published: 14-Feb-2013

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Like a fire in dry summer maquis
you have spread without control through me,
Alexa Aphrodite with the golden hair,
moods changeable as Spring
Some sullen like the no of November
the next shining bright as May
blue eyes shining with discovery,
lips exploding in a sunburst
revealing gaps like spaces in February borders
where new teeth will come like snowdrops
(gaps you let me explore with my tongue
seeking the buds I know will grow up)

Asking me to tickle you again
you let fly a flock of laughter
as limbs flail, opening and closing like some mad flower
surprised by days and nights which
come and go too fast

I stop and gently kiss your toes
moving up the gentle blondeness of one long leg
how can skin be so soft everywhere,
lips be so gentle
temptation so great?
so so easy to say no
but as you kiss my nose,
moving deeper down the duvet
it becomes easier to say yes
and taste the apple of your temptation
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englishperv

A great evocation of what it is to feel sexual love for a child, and with little touches you paint a picture of her age and appearance. The teeth gaps - she is about 7 - and her changeable exploding moods. This is sensational: 'moving up the gentle blondeness of one long leg how can skin be so soft everywhere.' Every child-lover recognizes these thoughts.

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