The East Village
I miss your pussy
You're the only one who likes my jokes
And I miss your ass and hips your clever
Getting up on your elbows to look
I miss sucking on your rose sour tits
Your frantic hard kisses
And how you said "just a taste."
But was I ever so awful as when I was with you?
D) Not enough information provided.
Anyway, I hope there's something pleasant to remember
For you, about me,
From those year-like hours.
(I miss but was I aiming?
You catch me anyway)
Jordan Davis Index