out of my league,
make my panties melt
has a Wikipedia page.
He is the human equivalent
of a chocolate covered
Krispy Kreme donut.
I want to devour him,
moaning in orgasmic delight.
...and he has a damn Wikipedia page.
Unfortunately, I am a mere mortal,
with stretch marks,
a crooked smile,
and questionable fashion sense...
whereas, he has a fucking Wikipedia page.
My filthy humor is appreciated on Twitter.
My boobs are admired on Instagram.
There are maybe 3 people who read my blog...in the whole world...
but he has a goddamn Wikipedia page!
It's just a crush...
an admire him from afar,
never gonna happen in this lifetime,
he doesn't know I exist,
I want to attack his face with my vagina,
and sweet baby raptor JESUS on French toast, he has a Wikipedia page.