Poetry by William Haine
When I was seventeen
I had sparse sideburns, brand new shirts,
and too much cologne.
I slept with girls because it had to happen.
At eighteen I got naked at parties
Tag: dating
A Girl Walks Into A Bar
a poem by Amy Pimentel
He says
my curls entice him
He says
the paleness of my face attracts him
He says
his hands want to hold my ass
He says
his mouth wants to lick my breasts