Young girls make me smile
And cry at the same time
They are a bundle of dynamite
And a hurricane rolled into
One
But she just sits with a
Book as we’re passing
By a river
She reads while I look at that
Redhead of hair she owns
I think about her perfect tits
Hiding under her t-shirt
I want to take her hand
And whisk her off somehere
Make the time roll back
I watch her right resting
Still as a prayer
by Erren Kelly
Erren Kelly is a Pushcart nominated poet from Los Angeles. Erren has been writing for 25 years and have over 150 publications in print and online in such publications as Hiram Poetry Review, Mudfish, Poetry Magazine(online), Ceremony, Cactus Heart, Similar Peaks, Gloom Cupboard, Poetry Salzburg and other publications.
