You know what?
It may not feel real to you, but
It does to me.
Lies so often that it’s uprooted my own
Sense of sensibility.
Gentle, loving touch
I feel it deep shivers down my back
The services you render
I haven’t seen
Since I ran Allroy off the track.
Peck rapidly with your thumbs
Although you can barely read.
But here I stay, I care
I can’t explain the need.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
You know what?
It may not feel real to you, but
It does to me.
Lies so often that it’s uprooted my own
Sense of sensibility.
Gentle, loving touch
I feel it deep shivers down my back
The services you render
I haven’t seen
Since I ran Allroy off the track.
Peck rapidly with your thumbs
Although you can barely read.
But here I stay, I care
I can’t explain the need.