self-portrait as your local hot girl's Instagram DMs

floodgates open with the turbulent   Dayuumm Guurrll   inviting large tides

of coincidental-congenial-fantasizers   pulling themselves closer to   you, moon-face!

are you naturally crater-less or is that Photoshop?

and so unfurl   subsequently   the blue light beamed waters

of  hiiiii  and  heyaaaaa  with a speck of  stuck-out tongue :P  or  wink ;)

or the least intriguing   combination of both ;P

scattering everywhere on my body   debilitating seeds in the soil   denuded

of warmth   inept at germination   of any imaginable conversation sans   cringe

and nonetheless I hold them   in me   like inevitability

don't wanna intimidate you with all that maths but your assets are truly

exclusive, I'm compelled to call it— a picturesque Venn diagram of two disjoint sets

shoots without a second thought   the self-proclaimed

"stat-tits-tical" DM surveyor cum mathematical pun machine   with epic

competence in tomfoolery   but sorry to break your bubble   gentleman   the probability

of you sneaking a peek of the peaks is a null set.

hold up, am I being too clingy?   says the dude with defunct self-esteem   in dire need of

reaffirmation that he is not   but in all seriousness   look at my hands and feet   evenly sticky

and even more so trapped in the web of misogynistic questions

that you have strategically woven around my body   with your honeyed words

and cunning emojis   and lascivious desires   with repulsive advances   but merely a plebeian wit.

I respect all women except the ones…easy to catch

and enters the metaphysical poet-in-disguise   with his bold and ingenious conceits

his incongruous imagery   and sometimes   his deliberately contrived metaphors.

what virtuosity

he depicts   I must say   in thinking that his is the dick   a bait of

exceptional quality   that could lure numerous fishes in the sea into getting caught!

another

says   oh sweet angle   as though she'd turn into the space between two edges   of a

lattice called hope

or her thigh gap   into a skull-sized vessel   to contain dregs of his emotions despite

their volatility.

the earth pulsates   seasons change   and so do the names of hot babes in your

following list.

you delete chat histories   craft new wizardly ways to entice   old butterflies lose their

wings   sink

to the floor of your stomach   yet every thumb swipe stays afloat in mine.