Quatrain I:
he can be in skinny jeans
as long as his kiss ain't mean;
we can text and tweet and skype
just as long as he's my type
Quatrain V:
out for brunch in his 'hood;
want to kiss him, maybe I should;
we stayed in bed kinda late;
I wonder if this is a date
Quatrain XVII:
do you remember the gazelles?
before we said our last farewells,
they’d run the plain up to your pits;
you'd laugh so hard you were in fits
Quatrain XXV:
upgraded me to youporngay,
put Logan Square up on display,
Paris is Burning, that was you;
did you learn something from me too?
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