Cute
You in pitch black Chuck Taylors,
khakis cuffed at your ankles,
see you gazing at girls.
Stare at your lips smeared with Chap Stick
make me fetch your shoes,
wash blood & snot off the collar of your shirt.
I think I see myself in your autumn eyes
fixing my hair.
Check for roast chicken between my teeth.
You have the arms that have held a million girls.
Hands rip off purple panties that slither
beneath bands of a million bras.
I want to be your cold-blooded girlfriend
beneath electric blankets
who leaves you defenseless, naked,
in a doublewide bed at Motel 6.
I'm just a queer.
A love poet prankster,
a bundle of sticks at your
pitch black sneakers.
#Unreal #Poetry #Cute #Crushes
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fixing my hair.
Check for roast chicken between my teeth.
You have the arms that have held a million girls.
Hands rip off purple panties that slither
beneath bands of a million bras.
I want to be your cold-blooded girlfriend
beneath electric blankets
who leaves you defenseless, naked,
in a doublewide bed at Motel 6.
I'm just a queer.
A love poet prankster,
a bundle of sticks at your
pitch black sneakers.
#Unreal #Poetry #Cute #Crushes
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