holidayorphanx

The pull of passion
The lure of sin
His muscled body
His child-like grin
The embraces shared
in quiet places
Rare time alone
Long lonely spaces
A band of gold
exchanged with another;
his partner, his mate
His legal lover.

everynow and then when i am feeling particularly morose i indulge what little creativity i have in to poetry,well aware i need to get a life.

so i shall be departing SG, its sadly never been what i thought it would,but i imagine that would be my fault.

now i must try and recover from this hangover before i set about my day x