When I was young I used to be an Anarchist, but now I am Prostate They even gave me WC access card For emergencies so I can P for free Urinate I mean not a Parking place
The warmth of your breath against my neck, your beard as it caresses my cheek, your eyes as they meet my lips, your fingers twirling a strand of my hair, the letters of my name tip toeing off your tongue, they demand my heart to burst in love with you.