years pass by yet the most powerful narrative is still constructed
everytime you go out and pick the most handsome boy in the club.
he leads you to the loo, you kiss each other- your tongues intertwined,
he takes your cock out, calls you 'sexy man', then you take a cab home
(he knows the driver) and end up in your bed...
everyone is to be had- i remain hopeful, handsome and brave.