Treasure Island

Charles Hancock

Backstairs and Love Affairs

Stealthily climbing the secluded backstairs
Pursuing one of my many illicit love affairs
Secret passions fulfilled in sweaty haste
Giving me your tender body to taste

I'm shallow, superficial, and I want it all
Yes, you are but another trophy on my wall
The thrill of the chase gives me a rush
Close your eyes, don't speak...hush

None can get to my cold and calloused heart
Stonewall; the name of my complex body part
We each got what we wanted and now I must run
Still empty inside, I'll return with the next setting sun

Submitted: Sunday, August 05, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 06, 2012

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