Sep 28, 2009 00:22
Start hitting
on me.
You could cut
the sexual tension
with a knife.
In your condition, sugar
could kill
so I promise
I won’t be sweet.
You said to expect
to see you
naked, walking around
your apartment with the
windows open.
It might be dangerous, but
I’ll leave
my door unlocked
so you can come
over. Don’t be
shocked when you
look away
I’ll turn you on
and turn up
your insulin pump.