Every cup of coffee I consume Here alone in this quiet room Every memory I recall Your picture is on the wall Is this what lonely feels like? Looking out the window Every car drives on by I wonder / Is it you? I miss my old guitar Is this what lonely feels like? This is a new love song But I won't know how it sounds Until I write the music For these heart-felt lyrics Is this what lonely feels like? Every cup of coffee I consume Here alone in this quiet room I hope I have a new guitar Next time you're at my door Is this what lonely feels like? I remember every memory What it's like to be lonely The good times I recall Your picture on the wall Should I try to forget? Is this what lonely feels like? I wrote a new love song For my lonely heart To keep me company While we are apart Every cup of coffee I consume Alone in this quiet room Missing my old guitar I wonder where you are I can't wait to play it Is this what lonely feels like? Every memory I recall Your picture on ...
We met in the parking lot of a national park overlook. About 6 pm the day after Labor Day, September 7, 2004. His dog came over & broke the ice. My future boyfriend was wearing big work boots, oversized for his smaller frame. We chatted as he changed into tennis shoes. He was forward. Yes I'm gay. I was to follow him to a more remote overlook although he was low on gas. We walked down the trail & fooled around. We agreed to meet the next day and take it further. We both had jobs where a rainy day is a day off. A hurricane was forecast. We exchanged phone numbers. Now it was dark. He drove away first. When I drove out of the park, I saw him fueling up his pickup at a gas station. I tooted my horn. He waved with his whole body. That was hot. Next day I called two wrong numbers. Oh well. He probably scribbled it because he wasn't serious. Then he called me. Thus began this passionate affair. I had his phone number now. We would hook up as often as three times in eight d...
Once upon a time in the mid 1990's In a faraway land called Canada At a gay bar named Remington's I got a lap dance On a weekend getaway With my boyfriend at the time In the hot summer afternoon We drank beer at the bar Unbeknownst to us There was open stage for gogo dancers One in particular caught my fancy He wasn't a super model But boy was he my type! Cute cub / Hairy twink Creative nerd with moxie On-stage he fornicated a pig effigy To completion During the performances We learned you could ask for a lap dance There are rules You keep your clothes on You don't kiss You don't touch his private parts You can touch every other inch Of his body I touched every centimeter They have the metric system Twenty dollars per disco song In a private booth upstairs Where you two can carry on I told my boyfriend I'll be right back We're on vacation He should also get some action Mr Gogo Dancer agreed To give me a lap dance I said I know the rules I will respect the...
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