I once took a lover
who ****** like a bulldozer
and treated my ********
like the “A” button on an arcade game
(push-push-push-push-push)
he flexed like a Luchador
and I never saw him cry
There was one
who sounded like morning dew
in spring
when she came
and I wanted to taste
every inch
of her
I loved somebody
with a tire of squish around his belly
and purple scar stripes
like soft, whispered apologies
who counted my tears
while I honestly thought
he was the one
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
I once took a lover
who ****** like a bulldozer
and treated my ********
like the “A” button on an arcade game
(push-push-push-push-push)
he flexed like a Luchador
and I never saw him cry
There was one
who sounded like morning dew
in spring
when she came
and I wanted to taste
every inch
of her
I loved somebody
with a tire of squish around his belly
and purple scar stripes
like soft, whispered apologies
who counted my tears
while I honestly thought
he was the one
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