I remember tray guiding the scalpel
As he kissed my neck
Saying sweet nothings
As we dissect the frog
I turn and kiss him
The next thing I am high
With tray
Making love to this man
My teacher
As we watch autopsy videos
Then it became a dream
As he was put in jail
I still cry to this day
Tray Hill
I love you
As I pen pal you in prison
But I cannot visit
For I moved on
To women
You I will not forget
But for as for my sweet starry eyed
I love her more
Such is the life this fucked up
Goth woman
How I wish you make love to me
Again
To feel your flesh in me
Swapping spit
Faces smacking
Embracing