As I eat my sandwich
you sit two tables in front of me
we probably order the same thing
I’m afraid to speak
you’re going to miami
I told you bring some sand back
with a ass like yours though
you’ll prolly stay there
am I a pervert for being so enthralled
at beauty and looks
am I just a guy with a dick that thinks?
I’m afraid to even think
you’re as beautiful as basil pesto
on a ciabatta bread with tomato
yet I can’t help but wonder how you taste
you’ll probably think I’m gross
already being married
this ring probably seems like a shield
what do I even say to a wandering woman
I’m afraid to….
even in this silence between us
these sandwiches between us
a pleasure to be able to know you exist
I’m thankful
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Author:
Demar Desu (
Offline) - Published: December 27th, 2024 11:37
- Comment from author about the poem: dedicated to girl with the beautiful smile and nice ass headed to Miami.
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments1
A guy is a dog and it would not be normal not to look. A fun read
I’m not a dog
Sorry not to offend but I'm a guy and guy's look, desire, are not monogamous by nature and smell the air for females.
Sigh
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