Were you in Girl Scouts?
You tie my heart in knots.
 I
tagalong, half-hitched.

My chances with you,
infinitesimally
smaller than your heels.

I wanna lick, lick,
lick, lick you from your head to
your toes. (Metaphor.)

Let’s go Eighties Mall
Style—your hand, my back pocket.
And mine? Vice versa.

“There was an error
processing your request?” Who
are you, Tumblr?