Being. To be.
The blatant
lack of sexuality
amongst a horny
throng. Several
sprigs of somewhat
serious conversation
and then BLAM
hot love with the
seemingly inadequate.
When we dig he’s
beautiful, trimming
my beard with
steady eyes. His
moles, the hair
under his ‘sideburns’.
We move on, work
it out. Find our
selves a happy
piece. Be
ginnings.
