- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Cost of Being Oneself
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Click hereA moment, two girls kissing,
Quick, behind backs, in secret,
In a crowded shopping mall,
Bodies together, breast to breast,
Not naked in the embrace,
Not apart but for cloth's width,
So different in their looks,
But obviously the same,
And their instant is cut short,
By the need to turn away,
So their friends don't catch them out,
And pick their similarity.
This poem was inspired by a sad incident I witnessed that highlighted to me the difficults of being a young person of GBLT persuasion.
- COMMENTS
that I would love this one. I remember the days when I would sneak a quick peck from my high school girlfriend. Those are fond memories. Jeez, the first time I tasted pussy, in the back seat of my Mother's car *sigh* We didn't know what we were doing, only that it felt good and right. I love girls.
I think you inspired me to write a poem today about that first time. *rose*
Heck, I'm wet. This made me very horny.