Apr 16, 2004 12:57
mike james garitty is one hot man lover <3, this poem is entitled to the love of my life
mike your sweet words run through my mind
like the soft wind through the fields
or the smooth chocolate milk
portruding through my nose
when you make me laugh
and as i think alone, in my room, to myself
i can never have enough of you
even after that one night where we did it
twice on the kitchen table, once on krystals bed
and finished sitting on the stove
warming up both of our tusshies
Sitting through class, being without you
seven long hours in the day
is my own living nightmare
one in which i keep falling
and there is no one there to catch me
But your always there
my own rescuer
the one true love of my life
better than any other guy who reads this poem
for they are all pussies
mike is my only true man
he'll woop your asses
What is love?
is it the undying passion for me to see you
No
is it the endless heartache i get without you?
No
is it the rough sex we have all night long?
Yes
As i drown in my own tears all i can do is write....
(and touch myself)