My Ellie

I've always seen her. 

I've wanted to touch her.

I can't help it. 

Her tiny face,

Her round hips

All so pleasing. 

I bet her skin is soft.

I bet her lips feel like silk. 

She smells like flowers and sex. 

I like the way her clothes feel against my flesh. 

I like way she touches my  hand. 

I like her make up. 

I love her son. 

I hate her boyfriend. 

I hate her house. 

I hate her little stick shift.

I hate hearing she's fat. 

I hate hearing she's ugly. 

(I'm ugly, too.) 

I hate her blond hair dyed black. 

I hate the scars on her arms. 

I hate her breast implants. 

I hate her dancing for money. 

I want her.