MORE THINGS THAN ARE DREAMT OF

MORE THINGS THAN ARE DREAMT OF
Art by William Adolphe
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B L O O D and R O S E S

B L O O D  and  R O S E S
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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

MY GAY SUMMER : VINTAGE MEN IN SWIMWEAR


That was the summer we met Bob and Pierre
 
His face lit up whenever we were together
 
In those days no one thought much of two guys hugging
The best thing about him was he made me laugh
Harry got hard whenever I touched him, I knew it was on
That summer the sand seemed whiter, the sky bluer, I was in love
After that summer, we never parted
The photographer was hot, later we all slept on the beach
I had never felt such sheer joy before I met Jack
I'd just bought his car, his little finger tickled my palm and we never parted after that
We met every summer for passionate nights in our rented beach hut
He loved to surf and he loved to love
 
There was one section of the beach that was just for us
 
 
 
Fire Island was the place to be seen, the parties lasted days
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