To myself on Valentine’s Day.
Rosebuds are red,
but your balls will NOT be blue,
because tonight
– every night –
you at least
have
you.
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No is not never.
No
it
ain’t.
Not always.
Sometimes,
sometimes it’s just
not now.
As when,
say,
you attempt to make out with a boi,
a man you hardly know,
and – oh shit –
he moves his lips
out
of
your
way.
Sucks?
Yah…
okay…
But it does
not
mean
that he won’t stand still
one day.
One day he may.
And until then,
there are PLENTY
of others.
Others
with whom to share.
Share your mouth.
Share your body.
Share your heart.
Until then,
there are plenty of others.
Others with whom to play,
and even,
maybe even
say I love you.
Hunk-fil-A.
The only fast food staple in my diet is the smell of grease
Just the scent is enough
It’s gotta be
if I want top choice of with whom to get rough.
Get that dick.
To some, birthdays are an unwelcome reminder that they’re that much closer to death. For others, it’s all about the presents or the cards with cash. Personally, I won’t say no to a gift of money. But it is the sentiment that I savor most.
Love. Support. Encouragement. Validation. On the latest anniversary of my crowning, I experienced a luxuriant expression of them all. The most poetic and pertinent to my present lifestyle, of which, came from my friend Alexis.
My following such direction has Momma Wienkers worried I won’t make it to 25. However literally I intend to take it, though, Alexis’ haiku should serve as inspiration to all. Cock hungry, 20-something Taurus or not, everyone need remember their right to “Get that [metaphorical] dick.”
Romance. Career. Family. Self. Whatever your aspirations may currently be, never wait for a new year to start working towards a new you.
Oh. And, of course – aforementioned, suggested intent to procreate excluded – always wear a condom.
LDR.
You miss him
so much
So
so much
Sometimes you feel
forgotten
sad
rejected
Alone
you are bound to
experience
but will never
be
any of those things.
