Sods law.

 

He stands in my yard the sun shines down
that lovely man with hair deep brown
with white shirt as tight as skin.
The man who empties my Wheelie bin.

His eyes pierce blue deep as the sea
I watch him drink his mug of tea
A biscuit, I offer with gentle grace
longing of course for his embrace

For him to swoop me in his arms
and give me all his sexual charms
he smiles at me, I go all red
I long to take him to my bed.

Cheers for the tea his voice is low
It’s really time that I should go
I long for him to stay evermore
to lead him through my door

Does he know? I wonder, wanting
he leans to me, is he now flaunting?
He face near mine, his lips apart
a beat now skips within my heart

He smiles and takes me by the waist
Will I now feel his love embrace
to speak! Words, he will now say.
Sorry love, afraid I’m gay……

And that is sods law….