Love Potion 3.14
I called him Pi Face
the math whiz whose acne
oozed like cherry-filling
out of tiny crust holes
I'd get on all fours
and crawl onto his desk
exposing the cellulite
under my pleated cheer skirt
I'd run my fingers through
his dandruffy hair
and lick drips of red syrup
with my tongue on his cheek
What a treat that would be!
before his skin cleared
and other drooling mouths
got a taste of him
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