How lucky are your
pants. They get to hug you when
you sashay around.


Wow. That last haiku
was super creepy, even
for a creep like me.


I don't want this right
now; this feeling isn't ideal.
I don't want a crush.


But, then again, your
hands are really soft and your
sweaters wrap me in.


Oh, what the ****, man.
I never meant for this to
happen. Why to me?


**~~a.s.f.