If the face of Love is like that of a clock,
At the stroke of midnight then,
if you catch my drift,
he arrived at the fabulous Cruising-ground,
'cause one of the guys... well...
he gave him a Lift.
Scott, my goodness, in fishnet,
is such a Heart-warming sight:
A Butch Queen walks for the first time in drag tonight.
Oh look,He's like a new-born child,
despite the ancient Ghosts in Tow.
Oh, blessed be the wonders that a wig and Eye-Shadow can do...
So...If the face of Love is like that of a Clock,
then it's (hopefully medium-size) little Hand...
Eh, been there: it's a COCK!!!
Gently comes the Midnight stroke,
sometimes given, sometimes bought.
The saddest thing of all the lot
is that fleeting Ghost of Lust...