Honey

For all the lonely Johns in the world hunting down easy Honey

No saintly men are awake at three in the morning

Only lust seekers

Going from place to place as if they were bees

Never satisfied with the honey they find

 

They have blank stares

Mind focused only on there addictions

Many women they greet

Too many women they go into

Bare

Naked

With nothing to remove their self deception

 

They use others for a personal game

Businessmen of another kind

 

Ounce done they leave

To find another lust seeker

Hurry they must

Before the fearful sun rises

Casting them into the shadows

 

No saintly men are out at three in the morning

 

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy

Reviews

[MOON]

Lovely write , no good coming out of late nights.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

thank you very much

[tamsin]

What not even the milk man? This is another fantastic piece of prose : D Which I am unable to review with any sort of critical skll lol...

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

oh yea the Milk man is the worse lol We don't have milk men in my neck of the woods if we did I'm sure they wouldn't be out until much much later. Thank you for your nice review.