"cartographically" poems
Cartographically speaking,
I wasn't even on your radar.
I was nothing more
than a male pelvis
and a pair of lips,
with eyes on your *******
I managed to charm you, however.
My sweet promises
of cold spaghetti for dinner
must have gotten you
all sorts of moist.
Granted I was out of practice.
My house tour
seemed a pretty fly way
of getting into your pants... at the time.
But hey,
It worked
didn't it?
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC