you don't give compliments easily,
or frequently,
and I find it a charming quality.
so I know
when you say
your body is so smooth, its terrible, I can't stop touching you
it's honest.
(thank you)
we would never call this love
and when acquaintances ask us
about one another
you probably say
ya we've known each other for a while now
and I usually dole out a
we're very close friends
and we both dream
of kicking the nosy bastards in their gossipy little snouts,
chatty little rats.
hungry for a snippet of information
they can digest or jack off too
or pass along as insider first-rate kinda stuff.
fucking losers.
we'd like to make them bleed
and scurry
away from us.
away from our not-love
(my smooth ass / your nicotine stains)
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