Emma's Poems - 3


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I can’t explain how scared I was
how like a child for being scared
not of the shadows or the dark
though dusk was creeping in
it’ll be okay you said okay?
and once your hand was on my knee
and moving up my leg under my skirt
I wanted you to touch me
touch me where my pants were wet
(god how my pants were always wet)
and when it came - the touch I mean
it was more than just okay

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