Goddamn, I want to love you forever
and go down on you for longer,
but you keep me like taconite
about how it's over and I simply can't comprehend.
So fuck me twice by Friday,
call it retaliation for textmessages
and play tulips like a foreighner
on my belly.
I am releasing two books
before the end of the year:
one is about you,
and one is about drinking.
Wait and choose
which snake is your take,
but read them both
before you tie me up.