"gayish" poems
First time I saw you reminds me of flowers.
The moment I smell you it feels like I was in my garden.
You being fragile makes me want to protect you.
Just like a flower you can easily crushed.
Sometimes I can't even protect you to myself.
I hate myself for breaking you.
I can't even stop myself from loving you.
I love you and its not revelation.
I see your imperfection yet I still accept it.
You are still dashing beautiful.
I know you are looking for man not a woman.
Even if you ignore me and break my heart I can't even get over you.
He is gayish but a good friend.
I fell in love with a flower man.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
*Yes! Yes! It's a great "Barry Hodges" memories poem involving *** and degredation!*
O Croydon, dormitory town of happy memories
With your delightfully sixties-style Ashcroft Theatre
And your many enchanting concrete underpasses!
O delightful borough so deservedly renowned
As one of the major English centres of wife-swapping,
That quintessentially bourgeous weekend pastime
And surefire antidote to inevitable marital ennui!
O gracious queen of the central south London suburbs
And gay paradise of semi-detached commutersville
O I cannot sing your praises ******* loudly enough
Nor can I deny the charms of your public toilets,
Where I have oft times enjoyed a **** with a gayish stranger!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC