Girls

They are the girls I like, you say. Girls with knee high socks and scuffs around their ankles, girls who wear patchy denim overalls with nothing underneath. They are the girls that own countless pairs of frilly panties, the girls who lick their lips and giggle when they orgasm. They are the girls always rendered in black and white. They are the girls with hardened nipples, girls with sleeveless tops that dip low enough to reveal their breasts. They are girls who want you to have them. They are the girls who are always ready. They are the girls with wet t-shirts and wooden floors,  girls who never argue, girls who don’t get mad. They are the girls I like, you say. Girls who chew bubblegum and let it pop loudly, girls with hard abs and feminine curves, girls who eat red meat, girls with legs for days. They are the girls with sandy butts at the beach, girls who don't peel or burn, girls who take pictures of other girls. They are the girls who wear white towels after showers, who order vodka with soda water, girls who have girls' nights.