Sex Song II

He can fuck on a dime,
Tell time by his erection,
And leaves as soon as he comes.

He greets you with desire
And leaves you wanting more,
But he never returns to repeat;
This way he never gets bored.

He enters alone and departs
With whomever he wants on his arm.
Remembering he once left with you,
You realize he never will again.

What lies behind those emerald eyes
Is never spoken,
Will never be written,
And can never be known, but

He told me about Mardi Gras.
Walking down an alley slick with urine,
He realized his love fell behind.
He turned to find him crying on a doorstep.

Descending like a mute angel,
He sat silently beside him,
As a bruise on his breast turned purple and green,
He told me he hates faggots who cry.