Baby Doll

“Where are you from? How old are you?”

“What do you think?”

“22?”

“Correct”

Smiles

“You are so beautiful. You are so pretty. Yes I’m in heaven. I can’t breathe. I’m not good at talking with girls. It’s easy but it’s hard. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

She slowly and naturally comes close to me.

I can’t.

I don’t know what to do.

“I’m the first person to be with you here?”

‘Why am I feeling sad about you? Why do I care about the guys you will meet here? I have a feeling that it will be a hurting one.’

“You are so cute.”

“Will you come again?”

“Yes I will.”

I can still smell her from me.

After a week.

My awkward smile. My defense system and fear. Always closed heart.

Although we are fully naked to each other, I’m still the same. I even doubt your figure holding on my arm.

“You are an angel.”

I like your blurry eyes. You are the love itself. A lot of stars shine on the sky but your love shines more than any stars. I’ve never experienced this emotion before. I don’t know if I deserve to feel this.

I look at your eyes. I feel my awkward smile change to sad face. The more I concentrate on you, the more sadness draws on my face. I didn’t mean to make that face. I see you look down. I’m getting more desperate on the finite youth.

I’m fingering you.

I said, “Your inside is soft and warm.”

Then you ask me again how I feel inside of you, but I don’t know how to describe it.

“You are so wet. Soft and…”

“And?”

“I don’t know.”

I want to say the words you might like but I don’t know what to say. I don’t deserve to say that I write poems.

“What’s your name?”

“No.”

You don’t tell me what your name is. I don’t have any other intention. I just want to remember you.

“Okay, baby doll.”

I try my best to hide the disappointment. I don’t want to be pushy to you.

“I have never met an open-minded person like you.”

This is nothing to you.

The woman who tries the best to satisfy the man. But I’m not a person like you. I want to be with you longer. I want you to stay with me longer so that you don’t go to the other men.

After everything is over, I came back to awkward man. I don’t know what to say. I feel out of place.

How would it be if I met you outside of this room? It would have been better if I did not meet you like this.

I want to be with you longer.

Only if I can make you happy.

I want to know what you do.

It just makes me so happy seeing you preparing to go outside.