I laid the magazine out, thinking she thought I was asleep
With lubricated left hand, I entered a new world of smiling naked women
She must have heard a floorboard creak or a bed spring bounce
And came up to see if I was all right.
She opened the door and found me, all man now at 12.
It had been eight years since she bathed me
And last saw me so naked.
She said nothing…with words
But spoke to me with her hands…
As she knelt down and soothed my yearning for a real woman
Placing me in her mouth, bobbing back and forth
Until my flooding eruptions became drought of flesh.
All these years later my virility’s taste buds can still feel
The sweetness of her tongue.
She proved she cared for me that night…
And that’s what aunties are for.
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