Berlin Brides

Scooter Boy

I saw you at a party
Where the crowd was hip and arty
And liquor was all over the floor
You didn’t seem me standing
Cause your eyes were more demanding
You were checking out a boy near the door

But then I caught your eyes
Cause my gaze could not lie
My libido just gave you the nod
So you said “What the hell,
M of F I can’t tell,
Let’s take this one back to my pad

You quoted Botticelli
When you touched my chubby belly
And took me through your bedroom door
Were you experimenting
Or were simply just pretending
And what if I then wanted something more

Scooter Boy gay boy
Do you even know
Do you crave James Dean
Or Marilyn Monroe

Scooter Boy gay boy
There’s no right or wrong
Between Spiderman
And Suzie Wong

Scooter Boy gay boy
You fucked your best friend
Was it real love
Or a passing trend

Scooter Boy gay boy
I fucked your best friend
It felt so good
So I’ll do it again

Posted: 1 year ago on September 2 2008

Rejection Junkie

I must confess I like excess
When we meet up
And we undress
But what immensely
Turns me on
Is when you don’t
Pick up your phone

When I come round
And you’re not there
When you ignore me
And not care

It sounds absurd
But it’s so true
And that’s why I’m
Hung up on you

I am your rejection junkie
I’m your chained up little monkey

Posted: 1 year ago on September 2 2008

Off The Rack

I fell in love with this white leather jacket
The line at the till was too long I said “fuck it!”
As I put it on the anti-theft thing fell off
So, wearing the jacket, I wondered off

I fell in love with these white leather shoes
No money in my pocket I almost got the blues
I wore them, took my trainers off, put them in my bag
I feel so clever I cannot help but brag

I fell in love with this blue-eyed boy
Walking around town he was the perfect toy
I knew he had a girlfriend but he looked damn fine
Without a second thought I made him mine

Whatever life owes me I make sure I take back
Either on the street or off the rack
Whatever life owes me I make sure I take back
Either on the street or off the rack

I’m a self-indulgent, cheap-ass poet
I may lack the talent but I wouldn’t even know it

Posted 2 years ago on July 22 2008

Failure To Wank

I went to bed
My cheeks were red
I felt so hot
How could I not?

Reached down my hand
Did twist and bend
Did pump and grind
But could not find

One finger or two
I don’t know what to do
A twist, a turn
I want to scream and burn

A stroke, a spank
I’m as stiff as a plank
Is this a prank
I’m failing to wank

Whatever happened to my digital pleasure
It’s something I discovered in my days of leisure
My dirty little secret my libidinal treasure
It gave me joy and wonder beyond any measure