Tuesday, August 4, 2009



the truth is
my mind doesn't stop turning you over
it has turned over those perfect jeans
flawless ass
that symmetrical face
the lust inside of you
your desperation...

for all these years
i think of talking to you
walking with you
keep myself from stalking you
think of kissing you
mapping the geography
of your perfect flesh
missing you though we haven't met

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