Walking down the sea-front and it's after 4am.
The shards of dawn are breaking on the faces of the men
As they cruise the other hopefuls for a fuck against the fence,
Or a dick-rub in the underpass, a blowjob in the gents.
Two men in a bus enclosure tugging at their pants
As they kiss the kiss of strangers like indulgent sycophants.
And then there are the voyeurs, who never get involved:
Just a wank against the glass and then they walk off all resolved.
Gays are often lonely. It's not hard to work out why.
We think a week’s relationship will give us wings to fly,
That a shag is grounds for marriage when it's really just a shag;
That to make a happy couple all you need's a rainbow flag.
Sex just isn't binding like the knowledge of forever.
Fucking everyday won't keep the newly-weds together.
And if we understand this, there is room for us to grow.
It doesn't have to be today; let's take it nice and slow.
