Boy knew Girl liked him
I guess he thought that she would like
it
Like
His tongue snaking into her mouth
His fingers scraping her down
His hand at the back of her neck, like a leash
Keeping her mouth close to his
Swallowing her protests, Ignoring her march against
It worked
The protestor went home, put down her torch
Because after all Boy must like her too
Boy Wouldn’t hurt her
Right?
After all, she thought,
If you cannot beat them, join them
-Annette
