Category: erotic gay poetry
STRAIGHT BOYS. Being the old-fashioned faggot that I am, I delight in chasing straight boys until they catch me. I buy them drinks, light their cigarettes, and tell them they are the biggest and the best. Then I take them home and give them what they want and deserve – as deep and as hard…
MY STRANGER … SO SWEET. So sweet are your suggested promises. My stranger. My unobtainable moment of passion. You coax me; you cast me aside. We can only have each other in our leap-frog dreams: both out-of-sync and yet totally — oh so totally … in syncopation. The relentless fantasy is more than the sum…
oui … juste, oui !
ma langue … ton … … ahhh; oui … juste, oui!
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