Don't talk about tonight

Please don't talk about love tonight
Please don't talk about sweet love
Please don't talk about being true
And all the trouble we've been through
Ah, please don't talk about all of the plans
We had for fixin' this broken romance
I want to go where the people sweat
I want some action
I want to live
Action, I got so much to give
I want to give it
I want to get some too

2625 is the message

2625 I need you tonight

Please don't talk about love tonight
Your sweet talking won't make it right
Love and lies just bring me down
When you've got men all over town
You can love them all and when you're through
Maybe that'll make, huh, a man out of you
I got to go where the people cruise
I want some action
I want to live

Action
I got so much to give
I want to give it
I want to get some too

I love you so much right now

you there in the dark, waiting and longing

Take me away please, to 2625 heaven

Thank you

Dean of 2625

His work buddy called him Deano, but I would never call him Deano.

So common. i would leave that for his friends.

Today two trucks delivered poles to my work-site. Dean came first and we had trouble because his diesel tank wouldn't clear the curb on the steep driveway.

Dean is maybe 5'8". Has long-sighted spectacles. The kind that go well with a moustache - which Dean has. Dean is round in the face and compact, but chubby and has big, lovely eyes that look out at you and hold you transfixed - while tackling the task of removing huge poles from his truck.

He was wearing a company polo-shirt. Hi-viz to keep him safe from harm. Round, but muscled legs and a delightful belly and a round bum - augmented by his work shorts - the tanned legs fading as skin gave way to cotton.

Fat, short fingers - which, of course, implies a fat, short 2625 - which I love more than life itself.

The other truck-driver was there somewhere as well. I think I heard him speak, but Dean was on all fours in front of me putting some wood under the tire of his truck and I could see almost to the underwear.

He had on some aftershave that I knew was cheap, but it was so intoxicating. I imagined borrowing it before we went out on the town to drive the bears and cubs crazy by being together.

Dean.

Round fingers and a wedding ring that looked like it would never budge over the fingers that were, in all probability, a lot thinner in years gone by.

Dean.

He drove a truck and delivered poles to my site.

Thank you Gods of 2625 for providing me with visual eye-candy today.

There is life.

There is 2625.

There is the quest.

Verse for a policeman

Shinny shinny boots

Tight tight trousers

Is that padding I see in front of you sir?

I cannot wait to get into that loot

The policeman is on guard

I look at his smile and dream

Why is it that you are so hard

Yet soft and lovely like whipped cream

Man you are something else

I could surely eat some of you

In fact I could certainly regress

And be a slut just for you

I hope that my verses get to you one day

That you see how much joy and happiness

You brought to everybody else

and me too, Gosh I am so glad I am gay

Are you?

Thank you

2625

Big man walking...

I would love to know what is happening here. Your comments and suggestions are obviously very welcome!

I love this photograph!

2625 prevails with beauty and awesomeness.

Hail 2625

2625 in Action

Hey! Mr. Dungarees Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Dungarees Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you


Thank you to our special envoy Ted, currently scouring the horizons for specimen of beauty with his 2625cam!