Magdalene
sits crossed legged
on the floor
as Mary
sings along
with Elvis
as he sings
from the small
transistor
radio
by her bed
Magdalene
loves the way
her eyes shine
as she sings
likes to stare
at the tight
tiny tits
which press firm
against her
white school blouse
also likes
to study
Mary’s thighs
and dreams oft
in her bed
twisting hot
that Mary’s
soft body
and luscious
limbs and heart
lay beside
her in bed
Mary’s not
aware of
Magdalene's
secret wants
but thinks of
the tall boy
whom she met
in the park
and let kiss
her thin lips
but smacked his
ink-stained hand
away from
her tight tits
and other
sensitive
secret bits
knowing that
her father
finding out
would strap her
one and knock
the boy out.