I forgot I said that

to the boy ouside...

I remember it now;

we were stading outside...

He said his Mother could

kiss his ass...

My mouth opened &

quick as a flash

the comeback sang

out of me

in the dick nic of time...

I said:

"She'll have to stand in line."

And now he's reminded me of

that bit of song...

The blush in his cheeks stayed

where it belonged...

And now I'm left dreaming

wet dreams painted queer...

The Sean that I've missed...

If he wants it kissed...

If my dreams come true then

there's nothing to do

but admit that he's mine;

I'm the first one in line

for the boy who's kiss did

arouse & endear...

The line for both his love

& affection...

The line for all those

for whom he inspired erection...

All lines are busy...

That much is clear...

But I'm letting you all know

that the queer line forms here.

- For Sean -

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