the night crept over the city two lovers made plans to meet dusk drew the day to a close at the corner of broadway and addison streets other men looked askance, older men just looked old the world had left the deep freezing cold the streets were far from empty, the people ran home the festivities slated to begin men feeling soft, men feeling high men feeling eaten from within as the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into an hour the lovers felt this, it began double figure hours slid by they didnt do all that they can i heard the night's whisper wake me up it called me into the heat not 4 weeks ago it had made me command a fleet 11:00 rolled around i still had not come around as the night made its compelling sound and time began to wind down men paired off, or at least some did the lovers in the cloak of the blackening night those that were left began to feel forlorn so they all began to fight for the attentions of these that really weren't deserving chicago's blackness and hormonal intent male gay angels decended to the avenue where from were they sent and then i arrived immediately i had the interest in the fading light someone i know wanted me to be the lover of the night and so i look away waiting for a shark to take attention away from me so i can slip into the dark but a boy stopped me and caught my eye for he was fem and slight so he drew me away from this road so i could be his lover of the night the passage of time the lying wind told more than it should and what of it can i make?? not a lot, i could. and as day began to slip in men had found their love as i walked away i held up one black glove to signify...Birth sign: Aries
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