This time
supposed to make
eye-contact
and tell you what I want.
Instead:
avoid, avoid, avoid,
because all I’ve done is
flop around
and fuckall instead
of cool, easy, discreet,
discrete.
(she whispers, take me home and let’s drink root beer in bed.)
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On the Eve of September
This time supposed to make eye-contact and tell you what I want. Instead: avoid, avoid, avoid, because all I’ve done is flop around and fuckall instead of cool, easy, discreet, discrete. (she whispers, take me home and let’s drink root beer in bed.) |
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