Tale Pressed Child Erotic
Butt
to cleavage too naked two humans and
the serpent form collective
memories as the word gets shared.
Of coarse there was
the picture book. One picture showed me a share, while read, read to me
more Dad, the boy said. I'm reminded then of
actions now I do today. Get naked. OK.
Nice
butts with several adversary comments. The story caused a rise from the
boy listening
then, both my penis and my parents realized it, when I asked questions.
But
give me this image of Snow White, a Norwegian rendition, black
and white
8 mm film clicking fast, hot air from the projector, while light grids
across my father's face. He sits close to me
watching. We're in the living room of a rented house in Hane City,
Florida, pastel drawn mural on the wall behind the small projection
screen. I am being just
beyond the toddler stage, a boy, then age 4.
My thoughts
remembers me seeing the old Witch lace
Snow White's corset, (memoir for a Scarlet, or maybe those tight
ruby shoes.) Lay the
cords crossed xxx tight against fair girl's breast. lifting
lifting lifting. Restrict to
form valley of flesh/ know it now, cleavage. She is pleaded. Plead for
breath she does, the laugh of the witch, which disturbs me, excites me,
the faint figure dropping, her limpid corseted form lying still on the
cottage
floor, the stream of sunlight, the chatter of the animals. What gives
me, excites me so, I notice pleasure. my erection. Who gets acknowledge for creating such
memories? 
...MY BOY...
...MY BOY...