A poster boy for disappointment

One Hand

Having a blinder, a right ripe old night, young escapists taking flight in their teens, leaving wry childhood innocence to grieve, a ride, a mind bender with rose flush’d cheeks; Capers beyond belief; in ev’ry town lovelorn affrays an’ young excess abound, tender skin, latex, in flesh-to-flesh sex; wild and true, booze fuelled liberty flew anew! The skies seem as clear as her blue lightening eyes, for now and beyond into ev’ry reputed future, their beauty immu- table. Spurred by raging desire’s disquiet.

Date: 18-04-2015