and dimples to die for, Jessica was so
cute and pretty that I wanted to punch her,
because she didn't know it,
and those are the finest of girls,
the ones who don't know what they have,
and they slay me every time.
after we made love, she microwaved me
some leftover kimchi soup, of course,
and then just asked me questions
which left me full and daunted.
her place was messy, but in a good artistic way.
she worked at a design firm, like me, but liked to
take dance classes on certain nights.
all the good ones dance, right?
the next morning, after the marathon of fucking,
Jessica revealed herself to be a know-it-all,
as well as someone who mocks a connection just
to get laid and feel wanted, maybe we have that in common.
I will probably never see Jessica again,
as she leaves for work and lets me stay
in her apartment smoking her weed,
but in the future I will definitely jerk off
and think about the dirty things she did with her tongue
and the dirty thing I did to her glasses.