Riddle me this:
what do you think of my thoughts?
Are my eyes beautiful,
my hair soft and strong?
Does my presence make your insides smile,
your knees weak with fatique and desire?
True or false-
I am perfect
Do you really want to hear my opinions
my stories and fears
or are you just waiting until I'm comfortable enough
to do things a Real Me wouldn't approve of,
just wanting to wet your you-know-what
in my you-know-where
Yeah, I'm a weirdo,
is this a problem?
if you had any sense,
are you insane?
Can't possibly be any other explanation
just a silly old me
a horny old you
nothing to bind us but biology
some laughs and my over-tenderness
too young and ancient for this shit
need a break
solitude solstace and Sierra Leone
lionsgate playgrounds, forbidden fruits of unknowledge
that isn't real
but good enough for me right now
am I not enough?
just not the one