DavidA Poem by Marie HarrisonA poem about a little girl talking to the statue of David.
David David, all others fail to capture my gaze in the ways that your physique does. Your rounded muscles and strong upper thighs lead my eyes to somewhere above the thighs, where what hangs so blissfully, is such a wonder to my young girly eyes. Never have I seen such a mysterious sight, for it's usually covered with a loin cloth. You've shed light on a lot for me today. So glad I made this trip to Florence, Italy; it was worth the jet lag that made my nine year old eyes sag. Not all of the little girls back home will believe what I saw, when Mom's back was turned. Ciao!
© 2010 Marie HarrisonAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on June 24, 2010 Last Updated on June 30, 2010 AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more.. |

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