Perfection
Oh my God!
It’s David.
What do I do?
What do I say?
How do I portray
my feelings for
you without
sounding
completely gay?
Oh David,
your beauty,
your perfection
silences me,
leaves me
without the
natural reflex
that I
most need
to live,
to go on.
Your shy
little smile
your thin
little waist
your long
slender legs
and
your cute
little face
makes me
want you
in a way
that
should not
be said
aloud
to you or
to anyone.
I don’t know you
and I don’t care to
I just want to worship
you, I just want to
lust over you - David
you and you tri-colored
plaid shirts and your tight
thigh hugging black pants
That’s it.
That’s all I need.
To vicariously
gain pleasure through
your glorious perfection.
It’s David.
What do I do?
What do I say?
How do I portray
my feelings for
you without
sounding
completely gay?
Oh David,
your beauty,
your perfection
silences me,
leaves me
without the
natural reflex
that I
most need
to live,
to go on.
Your shy
little smile
your thin
little waist
your long
slender legs
and
your cute
little face
makes me
want you
in a way
that
should not
be said
aloud
to you or
to anyone.
I don’t know you
and I don’t care to
I just want to worship
you, I just want to
lust over you - David
you and you tri-colored
plaid shirts and your tight
thigh hugging black pants
That’s it.
That’s all I need.
To vicariously
gain pleasure through
your glorious perfection.