Men like these shouldn’t be touched
When they’re built like
Barbed wire fences laced with places Mama wouldn’t show her face in
& Daddy only visits to keep from crying sometimes
Their edges
Always looking a little rough, and
Their hands a little dirty, but
Girls like me only want what they can’t touch, so Mama
Curls her fingers to clutch & tells me not to reach for Jack since Jack
Will never be able to hold me back, but that
Will never be able to hold me back, because
Hell, all I need is just a taste.
