little skinny ballerinas
i used to crush them
when we'd fuck
pound their lithe frames mercilessly
turn their pelvis' to powder
i'd admire them
then retire 'em
upwards into the stratosphere thrown
forever eclipsing the fierce incandescence
cotton-candy dragonflies
quickly melting on descent
against my chest
hot and sticky
i'm tickled pink
by that perfect tiny ballerina
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