the cab smells stale
my blurred vision
and slow speech
difficult to release
corners slide by on winding streets
signs stream past, streaking colours
yellow and red.
sleepy eyes need to rest
allow dreaming to begin
dream man, thin tie and masculine hands
black pants so right,
jacket fitted, silhouette tight
super hot beard and sunshine lit eyes.
standing across the room
glowing seductively in the dim light
I admire you from a distance.
butchart
where the hell is when i need him…...... wonderful work…....... thanks glenn…......it’s hot….b
butchart
i feel your pain….........b