by Joel Hernandez

The fact was obvious when I laid eyes on you.

I wanted your sense of fashion on my feet,


I could already hear your glistening gum bottoms making music with the gravel,


I could already feel slithering laces grasping your tongue to compress me tightly around your hollow body.


I want your saturated colors fluttering through the vivid air as we take a stroll through the streets of Seattle.


I want the attention of civilians, admiring this impeccable art piece roaming the streets.

I want… you.



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