few and far between.
but oh how i lie,
awake and trembling,
for the touch of a strangers hand.
my last ''encounter'' was all too fleeting...
it started in a bowling alley at half past five one sunday afternoon...
they were standing by the coke machine,
oh! what hot flushes i suffer at such moments!
i felt i might throw up my spleen and die,
how very romantic.
we ended up behind a bush in the carpark,
''tell me your name!'' i screamed in my moment of ecstasy,
''oh please oh please oh please!''
and all too soon it was over,
leaving me shivering in my own wet patch,
twigs and leaves where they shouldnt ever be...