I kissed a guy,
A soft and tender kiss,
Sounded more of a hiss,
A gentle touch of the lips.
His eyes blue and innocent,
Like the waters of the pacific,
Shone like a sparkle in sunlight.
His lips were grey and supple,
Uncomperehensively shiny,
Longing for the magical touch.
Yes, I kissed a guy.
His t shirt was neon in the daylight,
Chest muscles well drawn in it,
His nipples were pointing at me,
Staring with the 'come here baby' look.
He carried a Bible in his hands,
The words "BIBLE" clearly engraved,
But I read it as 'PLAYBOOK',
A book of secrets and fantasies,
Of a world drowned in intimacy and pleasure.
Yes, I kissed a guy.
And onto his chest I fell,
Into his outstretched arms I found abode,
Drowning in the sweet smell of his perfume,
His heartbeat a serenade to my ears,
His touch ecstatic on my hair.
I melted into him,
Held him a little tighter,
Waiting to pounce on his lips at the right time.
I left a trail of red on his lips,
Blood red stain,
I watched as he struggled to get rid of it,
Guilt and pride overiding my other emotions,
Triumph maybe.
I saw despair in his eyes,
Holy shit,
The kind of meekness of a lamb,
I laughed and woke up.
Yes, I kissed a guy,
In my dream.
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