"Kissing a Man," A Poetry Post

“Kissing a Man”

I never kissed a man and found that
I was better for it; I just
Found myself enticed and thought I’d
Might rather enjoy it so I
Took lust and employed it.

Perhaps the love would last if
I had some kind of connection to the
Neck, lips and erection tritely
Drawing my affections,
But as life would have it I am
Tongue-tied to a passerby.

I tell myself “I
just can’t lie; truth is
he’s taking kisses in his interest but tomorrow he’ll be
interestless.”

“He is merely taken with the
tongue, the teeth, the lips,
not the ‘if’ of his committedness.”

This is not bliss.
This is just a kiss.

And a kiss,
Don’t change a thing at all.