Mr. "What's His Face" #7
A poem by Noah Lentz
He calls you by your screen name,
Hottwink69.
He's not interested in your favorite film,
He's not interested in your favorite musician,
He's not interested in where you're from,
He's not even interested in your favorite color.
He just wants to know "So what do you like to do for fun cutie?"
So you tell him your passions, you tell him your dreams.
"Aw that's cute, so you wanna come over to my place so we can get to Know each other better?"
That's it. He's got you. You're his now.
You know he's not really interested in the boy behind "Hottwink69."
He only wants you slow and below the belt.
You know it's wrong, you know he doesn't want you,
But it's a touch, it's something to hold.
Even though you know you can't keep it
You keep going down the line
8, 9, 10...
Oh wait.
You didn't even catch his name.
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