Strange. A poem.

Strange
by Adam Benjamin Irby

Isn't it strange how I'm visiting a stranger,
Walking down a strange street.
In a strange neighborhood, in a strange part of town,
Is this stranger I'm gonna meet.

Isn't it strange how 2 hours ago he didn't know my name,
Yet he's sucking on my dick right now just the same.
And how I can flip him over and steady his frame,
Pounding and stroking until I came.
So numb I don't even think about it no more,
'Cuz that's just the name of the game.

Isn't it strange, the slight feeling of blunder,
Once the cum is all shot, to hear him wonder.
"Pa, am I gonna see you again?"
I answer "Well, you got my number."
Knowing good and well "Do Not Answer"
Is what his number's saved under.

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Playing In The Background...
"Fling"
by Girls Aloud
from the album "Tangled Up"
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