In search of my 'holy grail'
All too often it's a fail
Why are you here?
Same reason as me?
Slightest noise off you flee
Both wanting one thing alone
Paying attention hard as a bone
Move inside flick the lock
Better than home alone with a sock
Not bothered by looks or age
Just one part of you I want to gauge
It doesn't make sense
Why you won't come inside
Much more intimate
Where we can hide
That's what I hate
About places where we piss
Far too often
It's hit and miss.
Dulwich Poet 21st March 2013
(Here I try to explain the frustration of going to public toilets looking for a sexual encounter, but often others are to oscared to do anything, and won't move into the safety of being behind a locked door of a cubicle)
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