You never look so hot
As when you’re flipping me off
Hand out the window
Even with a cigarette
So morose and yet
So delicious I can
Taste the salt in the air
From the crevices
Of your fingers
You make me a hedonistic
Lap lazy version of myself
Only wanting to taste you
Only wanting to smell the
Back of your neck
Is that what you meant
When you gave me the bird?
I’m nobody’s whore
But I could go a few rounds
With a stranger like you
© GÄ
Poétique 