Alas! The competition closes
And ends as all good things must.
Farewell you balmy isles of roses,
Of palm trees, sun-drenched seas and lust.
The sucking, the fucking and the breeding
Of characters of all designs
Made for such salacious reading
With so many titillating lines!
But soft! Here come the heavy hitters -
This Colosseum's main event,
Their skill enough to give one jitters
And my poor, meagre skills lament.
All fellow contestants, t' is on thee
That I shower praises fulsomely.
A Crown Of Lilies
Seeking sanctuary and solitude and finding love's salvation.
Love Stories
