ass slaps

No more ass slaps.

No more sleep overs.

Kisses have migrated from my lips to my cheek.

Have I been put in the friend zone without notification?

Just inform me and I’ll be on my way.

I love fast, but I un-love faster.

My fierce independence masks my fear of rejection.

Tell me what you’re feeling.

I rather have brutal honesty than placating deception.

But really I just want love.

To love and be loved because I love love. And ass slaps.

I really love ass slaps.