When nobody’s looking, run your hand down my cheek, capture my jaw, turn my face, give me a playful peck. If you feel me melt, not pull away, and you want to pursue more…what the heck. It’s just us two, nobody really cares these days. Even guys make-out lots of different ways. Perhaps a taste of tongue, or hot breath inside my ear. It’s not like anything would change, or make you queer. Or maybe you already are….it doesn’t even show. Until you put your lips to mine, I’ll never really know. But ahh yes, that kiss would give away what words may be too timid or afraid to say. If you’re sure of how you feel toward me but wonder if it’s wise, you’ll know I can be trusted when you look me in the eyes. And should you sense my hunger, my desire to be touched, give me your arms and torso and bite the pearls I clutch. And if in this single moment we cross the Rubicon, brace for unbridled passion I’ve been feeling all along. Longing is such sweet sorrow. Like something lost not found. To find in you—connection would make the world turn round.
