Sonnet 7 

2026-02-21

Between the wooden floors of your abode
and sweat-stained surfaces of gym machine,
Resides yours truly, stretching to unload
awaiting Brunswick boy, sip of caffeine.
Exit the north by way of Sydney Road
and cut across to Swanston Street before
The track becomes detached Saint Kilda Road
then turn off at Domain, until my door.
Taut, bursting at the seams until you knock
then penetrate... my silent Sunday vibe,
Let me your arms so muscular like rock^
to feel a million years, the devil bribe:
when first we met I left my gems in you;
in me now thrust, sink I in eyes of blue.

^ this was almost "your cock"