A New Year

Mmm, it would seem its that time of year, New Years, the holiday that just not a holiday but the beginning to a new chapter in a many life’s. Yet here I sat alone in the mist of it all, home alone. As the time run its center toward the end, how alone a man I am. For a holiday to some I beginning to a many is the start of how I would seek my pleasure throughout the year. As I said home alone I am with one thought  that is whom might I call over whom would take this manhood of an passion for lust at its center n let it release in the many ways it many see justice for a year ended and a new year first morning? I state I could only imagine that pretty face, them pretty eyes, the legs that would open so widely. Oh as I sat in the dark room of my home wish one was here to hold. For the passion of my desire is at its peak not like any after day. For a year’s end is only birth for a new year to come so I sa whom should join me on this late night.