In the depths of despair,
I realise what would make me happy.

I sit on my bed.
Beside me a Tom Of Finland type guy,
Glorious,
Resplendant,
In leather trousers and harness.

The studded harness seems like it will burst,
Every time he moves a muscle.

We are feasting on lamb doner shish,
Like ravenous wolf warriors,
Drinking lager,
Smoking weed,
Playing darts,
Listening to "The First Rebirth" by Jones and Stephenson (original mix),
Play fighting on the floor,
Laughing and celebrating masculine companionship.

Then,
When Orion rises to his peak,
We embrace,
And fall asleep.