TRYST
The village was ancient,
The city was empty,
The world was mine for the taking...
And I took Bobby there,
Although I was scared,
For the safety that I was forsaking...
But when the time came,
He kindled my flame,
And how could I hope to resist him?
I reached through the fire,
The flames of desire,
And there is where I dared to kiss him.
And he was not frozen,
He smiled and opened,
And he groaned as I then caressed him.
It was me that was shaking,
Though I did the taking,
And I moaned as I then undressed him.
Though I'd taken action,
There was satisfaction,
In the mutual truth of seduction.
And our kisses ignited,
What had long been divided,
Before he caught me there with his suction.
I stood unbelieving,
What I was receiving,
He taught me right there how to suck him.
And I was obsessed,
With the taste of his flesh,
Even after he begged me to fuck him.
The village was ancient,
The city was empty,
The world was mine for the taking.
And I took Bobby there,
Although I was scared,
For the safety that I was forsaking.
And when we both came,
We both felt the same,
How had we ever resisted?
For we're halves of a whole,
He is part of my soul,
All this revealed as we trysted.
Written By Jason Wright
DECEMBER 31, 2006
for Bobby Drake & John Allerdyce