JRT

JRT

Jay a young man from Rye,

Whose sense of humor is rather dry.

I stretch him, we flirt,

at times perverse,

Our attraction sometimes

makes no

sense.

Asks me questions

rude, and crude,

I sure enjoy this sexy dude.

Weekends, he drinks,

His attitude can surely stink.

Defying death at every door,

angry at heart, to the core.

Running wild and amuck

"Oh, What the fuck!"

What he really fails to see,

is the love we all have for he.

Feeling like a freak on a leash,

You and I were meant to be?

Wanting all along to be free.