you & your long fingers &
me & this faraway itch I got
that I can't seem to reach &
no one else can reach or
maybe you are the itch & fuck
but I know what I want
sometimes & I am a dog laying
under the sun panting wanting
to stay cool & you are the sun
or you are the hot sidewalk
below me & i'm stuck in between
you & you & also maybe you &
fuck but I know what I want &
you & the smell of those
old jeans you wear or maybe
you are the jeans & I know what
I want & I want in them & fuck
I want you & you & scratch
my itch as we lay under the sun
on the sidewalk panting wanting
to stay cool & why don't you
get outta those old jeans, boy?
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