Concerts

I WISH HIS HANDS WOULD STRUM ME LIKE HE DOES HIS GUITAR.

I WISH HIS LIPS WOULD TOUCH MINE,

TENTATIVELY AT FIRST,

THEN WITH A BURNING DESIRE THAT WE BOTH PRAY WILL NEVER STOP.

I WISH HE WOULD TOSS ME ON THE BED LIKE AN ANIMAL WANTING TO FEAST.

GRIPPING EVERY SINGLE INCH OF MY SKIN WITH HIS MANLY TOUCH, KISSES FOLLOWING THEM.

MY CLOTHES ARE ON THE FLOOR, HIS FOLLOW.

WE LIE THERE, NUDE.

THE HEART GONE,

REGRET SETTLING IN.

BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO.

I ROLL ON TOP OF HIM AND FEEL HIM INSIDE OF ME.

HE IS HAPPY I'M THERE,

AT LEAST FOR THE MOMENT.

I'M HAPPY TOO.

WE SMILE...

AND THE REST IS HISTORY.