Lube Tube
Spain had this strange concept,
part exciting,
part frightening
he dragged me to a cage, a trap
me mouse, him cat.
Spain toyed me in the pub
a finger in my shorts
trying to snoop my hole
my hand grabbing his mole.
The lead drag screamed at us
s/he was supposed to be the queen
their slick make up leaked from their eyes
s/he scared us and we fled.
The aftermaths of this was weird
I had no place to go
he had no bed to share
both broke
a hotel room was nay.
The tube became shelter
we kissed and hugged and rubbed
on the seat of an empty train.
Then,
Spain stopped at Stockwell
I had to go further, alone,
down south,
soothing my frustration.
Soon I would leave London
to reach Southampton.
Horror Sleaze Trash 