The Nobel Prize for fuzz.
The ravages of puberty leave a few unscathed.
If I think her thoughts, that is a bit like sex.
Anyway, wanna watch me eat an ice cream sandwich shirtless?
My body is a temple, and there’s another funeral today.
The sublime tigress has another nap, because who cares.
That’s who I think of when we fuck.
You should never have come here alone, hoss.
My heart is layers of scar.