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... Read More
Half of me says that i should not go on, while the other half insists. At the moment the one insisting seems to be the one in control. Why would I want this to survive? I dont know the answer to that one. I just do.
Well, I'm sorry to hear it, honestly. Perhaps one day it will manifest itself as something more positive: a heart-to-heart with yours truly over the electronic mail, perhaps? Just spitballing, here.