I asked for something fun,

a line, a compliment, a joke, but

“…ultimately, even the sad ones can be happy.”

He’s reading my book

and thinking about memories.

I want my book to make men think about cunninlingus, so I guess it needs an edit.

Don’t tell me about sadness.

Don’t tell be about happiness.

I know those well.

I can get enough of those.

Lust, though, I want more of

always.