He is on the phone to Paul,
keeping his conversation all quiet like.
There is a lot he don't know,
that he mumbles.
He wants him to get his ears pierced,
these little lobes.
He wants him to go holes in his ears
and go down to Hull.
He is so young and beautiful
I want to have sex with him.
I want to be all over his bones
and nibble
them small lobes.
I want to go all holes with him
and go down to Hull with him.
To hell with Paul
whoever Paul is.
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Showing posts with label Doncaster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doncaster. Show all posts
Friday, 19 September 2014
PAUL
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Doncaster,
eavesdropping,
erotic,
gay,
homosexual,
listening,
love poem,
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