Then to his alarm,Into their trunk, he went. Their footfallWas fast coming after me, and they did callFor me to stop running. Gay sex The hour was late before Ray headed homeFrom his brother’s party, as held at Le Dome.The blues and blacks of the night’s sharp monochromeMade him feel so easy, he thought he would roamSince he had a condo that wasn’t too far.But he didn’t notice when that big blue carPulled out of the parking lot next to the barAnd quietly followed him. What I did was haulAs fast as I could to a thick grove of treesAnd hid in there. What I did was haulAs fast as I could to a thick grove of treesAnd hid in there. What I did was haulAs fast as I could to a thick grove of treesAnd hid in there. What I did was haulAs fast as I could to a thick grove of treesAnd hid in there. I wasn’t coy.He ran off to tell them that they’d lost their boy.He left the door open. Oh, they meant him harm,And he knew he’d never escape them, through charm.For three weeks Ray vanished and could not be found.The fear grew that he was six feet underground.Then one day he showed up, and he looked half-drowned.”I’ll
