Tuesday, December 2, 2008

To the Straight Boy I Love(d) I

You're the straight thing I can't commit to
not because I won't
or shouldn't
but because you're too scared

That face, I swear
I'd love to hump it
embrace it between my thighs somehow
and let your lips just press up on me
would you ever honor my request for playing?
We won't tell her a thing
even if I see her two hours later
and call her my favorite chum
I'll offer her gum
and we'll chew like nothing's wrong
She'll mention you
and I'll ask, "Who?"
She'll remind me again
and I'll pretend
I'll pretend.

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