Wednesday, 6 May 2020
mAY CONTAIN INFERENCE OF RUDENESS.
I've come now to appreciate,
Erotic bits of books.
The cunning writer reels you in,
With rows of randy hooks.
Strategic lines, suggestive words,
With hints of things to come.
A flash of tanned and shapely legs,
A perfect rounded bum.
The tension builds in paragraphs,
The expectation's such,
I can't stop reading 'til I reach,
That long forbidden touch.
It's sometimes wrong, and sometimes right,
It's fiction either way.
The reason I read saucy books?
I think I might be gay.