A man just walked in: Started swaying with the girl. Turns out hes gay. What id give for just A soft extended waist grab, Swaying and staring in public. The smell of sweater- A static must, brown stuff, Makes your hair rough. Tiny oval holes On her elbows. A cold rush of Flitters, forming a smile Into a wide hole! Stick my tongue out and start it. Our cold slobber grows Warmer and our lips- Softer, smoother, i'll Feel a bit of blood rush up Into my peepee, Bringing her closer. We'll get drunk in the Backyard where no one goes In this weather.