Two Faggots in Your Holiday Flat

LEMONIA=>SUMMER BLAST 1=>GHOSTS OF EVERY OCCUPATION=>ORION MORNING

Koutsounari
Friday early morning
1/8/2008

TWO FAGGOTS IN YOUR HOLIDAY FLAT

A shower I'm having, to cool down,
my clothes still on the floor where they were thrown,
we had plenty to feel, nothing to hide,
but then two faggots came into your flat,
trying to be each other's copycat,
room service with efficiency provide.

About a quarter of an hour after you went,
I was into your bathroom for a wash,
with some regret 'cause I would like to have your scent,
for company all day, in it to slosh.

Two German faggots that I've met before,
my clothes are picking now from the floor,
and hang them properly on a small chair,
the gossip and the news are bound to spread,
that every night we share the same bed,
the same blue Orion we do share.

I could not wait, naked I came into the room,
two jolly faces watch with lust my every move,
I dress quickly, jeans, T shirt, myself I groom,
"oh hell", I think, "what they have missed they cannot prove".

Two faggots in your holiday flat,
still mystified, what was Orion at,
are leaving now, faking smiles and knowing nods,
after a while I follow, going home,
I buy from "Sheriff's" a new shaving foam,
and smile like I am one of the gods.