Walk Into The Work Room Stall...

Pretty Boy...

No Trouble At All...

Wants It Bad...

Like Mother's Milk...

That Tongue Of His...

It Feels Like Silk...

But This Is Not

What I Have Wanted...

I Wake Him Up...

His Eyes Are Haunted...

Ask For Number...

Writing Down...

Then Boys Do Frown...

The Boys Who Taunted:

"Who Left That Faggot Running Free?"

"Back Off Boys...

Because He's With Me."

A Smile From Boy...

And Gratitude...

Joy....

His Tears Blot Out

The Biggoted Threats -

We Walk On The Sand...

Two Boys...

Hand In Hand...

No Worries Or Fears...

And No More Regrets.

© DECEMBER 28, 1999 By Jason Wright