sort of pants

[sab]

Pulls Away To Hold the White House, a gay poem about Josh

I need the face.
happening, Josh? Josh hard
enough before, a rumor, he wishes
he always, sort
of pants and
he pulls away to hold the White House, over
her like men The
Sixers myself, to come,
back. then do something
now, Okay, he
lets his hand clenches
his heart down I am Right. Sure,
President told you, want a
million times, Could have
I. really meant that, gonna
tell when he loves Sam, kiss
him and tell
whoever gonna be able
to know they
did.