I laughed.
I had too.
He was just a boy.
Trying to be a man.
What did he think,
of my already worn form,
unfurling on the bed,
in Christmas red,
ignoring his advances,
brushing them off,
with casual words,
and jabs,
avoiding the choice,
he so desperately
wanted me to be,
you'd laugh too,
oh sigh- boys.
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