It is said
by the terminally smug.
in a dubious attempt
to stop the rabble
from eating brains
instead of cake,
that you don’t miss
what you don’t know.
A lack of concrete knowledge
of how the crease of your neck
so perfectly accommodates
the wedge of my face,
or how the blood sings in my ears
when your cock grows hard
in the curl of my fingers
doesn’t stop me
from missing it
acutely.
Very nice RG, thank you.
Paul.
RG,
Thought provoking, I think I’ll order the brains for lunch today.
Thank you,
-TFP
I had them, they were delicious. 😀
Oh I cant wait!
*Smiles*
AWESOME 😀
Beautiful. And painfully poignant. Which is, of course, also beautiful.