Golden Man
you smell of Russian Leather
underneath the scent of love.
And custom suits
and Mara ties
and afternoons devoted
to giving pleasure
and telling lies.
Golden Man
with your wicked smile
and you languor
and your charm,
and that accent, not quite Harvard,
and the ring with the seal.
You're my style:
Mostly phony, somewhat real.
"Hello, Luv! I'm on my way.
No, the deal went sour.
Oh, don't meet me.
I wouldn't dream of getting you out
of a warm bed on a night like this."
Is he really sleeping?
Have i time for a shower?
Skin i'd like to sink my teeth into,
if i had another quarter-hour.
Golden Man,
Lover Boy,
creature of my moods,
my lusts, my joy.
Liar of lies i want to hear.
What does it matter
if i pay your way?
What does it matter
if you're rather dear?
And that, when i leave you
others grace your bed.
And that all the things
i want to say
when genuine emotion rules my head,
are better, far better,
left unsaid.
Here's your check.
Do something foolish with it.
A pure silk robe
or gucci shoes.
See you, Golden Man,
expensive man,
next Tuesday.
jeremy is a song i'll never be able to sing, because i
couldn't write it. i was too scared to even try. i just
felt like it would fail in comparison to one that he'd
write. so now i just hum a tune in honor of how
amazing he is.
I love Jeremy. He is just about the
most awesomest ever. You should
tell him that too so he doesn't erase
his friendster account again.
Whoops your cover is blown!
ever: ephemeral, amber-colored, hits you
but in a most excellent way, thrillingly,
without leaving a bruise.
you smell of Russian Leather
underneath the scent of love.
And custom suits
and Mara ties
and afternoons devoted
to giving pleasure
and telling lies.
Golden Man
with your wicked smile
and you languor
and your charm,
and that accent, not quite Harvard,
and the ring with the seal.
You're my style:
Mostly phony, somewhat real.
"Hello, Luv! I'm on my way.
No, the deal went sour.
Oh, don't meet me.
I wouldn't dream of getting you out
of a warm bed on a night like this."
Is he really sleeping?
Have i time for a shower?
Skin i'd like to sink my teeth into,
if i had another quarter-hour.
Golden Man,
Lover Boy,
creature of my moods,
my lusts, my joy.
Liar of lies i want to hear.
What does it matter
if i pay your way?
What does it matter
if you're rather dear?
And that, when i leave you
others grace your bed.
And that all the things
i want to say
when genuine emotion rules my head,
are better, far better,
left unsaid.
Here's your check.
Do something foolish with it.
A pure silk robe
or gucci shoes.
See you, Golden Man,
expensive man,
next Tuesday.
couldn't write it. i was too scared to even try. i just
felt like it would fail in comparison to one that he'd
write. so now i just hum a tune in honor of how
amazing he is.
before 8 AM, ANYTIME.
rhinoceros is a unicorn and maybe
that's your inner animal after all.
most awesomest ever. You should
tell him that too so he doesn't erase
his friendster account again.
Whoops your cover is blown!