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An Odey (An Ode to Brody)

Written by Aliza

Your face is like that of an angel,

An angel with a tight ass.

I can almost feel your dark, wavy mane of lustrous hair

Grazing over my body as we roll around and giggle together on a white

Sandy beach off the coast of Punta Del Este. Actually, I would giggle and you would grin slightly, in that way that makes your eyes look like two well-gardened reflection pools of secrets, because you’re Brody and way too cool to giggle.

You’d wear that tight black shirt of yours I love so much, the one that

Makes your body look like something I’d really love to touch.

You of the perpetual vacations, in a constant state of relaxation.

I’m not even jealous. You deserve to be on vacation, sheltered from the cruelties of

An everyday routine, like one of those pale ancient Roman queens. Not that you’re a queen. You’re very masculine.

Just so manly.

If John Mayer had a girl with a body like a wonderland, your body

Is like a sexland. A lubed sexland. Of love.

When I see pictures of you in a  

Bathingsuit

And I see the tattoo of “Jenner” inked down your side

I first think is, what would that tattoo taste like? Then I think,

How silly of me,

You know that Grey Goose acquires a certain

Je ne sais quoi

after passing through the subdermal pores.

About the author

Aliza

a born and bred Manhattan-ite who graduated Lehigh University in 2007 with a degree in Journalism. She currently lives with her two patient roommates and works for Valentino Fashion Group where she handles a lot of garment bags, answers a lot of phones, and does a lot of what anyone tells her to (most eagerly in PR and Marketing). She favors brunch over lunch, heels over flats, tequila over vodka, downtown over uptown, and a tropical destination over pretty much anything else in the world.

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