Author W. G. Shepherd I am provoked by the delicious boy next door. His laugh of complicity is not that of a novice. He is twelve years old. Green grapes may be touched, but his ripe chastity will be guarded. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments