miss Madrigal

I am mad for Karla Madrigal
She’s magical. She’s on fire.
J.P. Taravella High School would be nothing without her.
Her lips are so plump and juicy; I want to find myself inbetween them,
like a dream….
Oh, Karla.
Karla baby, come here.
If she was an animal, she’d be a cat. The kind of cat that annoys you at the worst times, and cheers you up just when you need it.
I want to stroke the whiskers growing from her cheeks
Purrs haikus and special rhymes that lure me into a lovely night’s sleep
I awake to her tongue on my face
I reach my face out… I try to kiss back…. but she disappears.
And that’s how it’s been since February 2009.

