anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Friday, December 14, 2007
dciv
Let’s bare it down to a minimum.
I like your chest your stomach your bones.
Anything you that is naked.
Sure, some days you grow dork
and remind us of someone else we want to fuck.
But this only goes on for a time.
Please keep your shirt off anyway.
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