Unrequited Love
January 20, 2011
Why don’t you want to do me?
I hid my faults well.
You don’t even know the worst yet.
Touch my ass.
It’s nice.
Don’t you think?
Why not?
What’s wrong with you?
The poetry of Beth Mattson
Why don’t you want to do me?
I hid my faults well.
You don’t even know the worst yet.
Touch my ass.
It’s nice.
Don’t you think?
Why not?
What’s wrong with you?