I'm looking at her, into those pretty green eyes.
Kiss me, she says.
And I do.
Take off my clothes, she says.
And I do.
She tries to speak again but hesitates
I can tell she's nervous by the way she shakes.
Touching her, she shivers a little
Treading lightly for her trust is brittle
Her eyes are wide and toes are curled.
Can she not see that she's my whole world?
Her lips are soft and body warm
My hands, made for pleasure, not harm
Spirited fingers explore and dance across every nerve
In valiant effort to give what she deserves
I kiss her there.
Gripping handfuls of sheets,
My name's a record on repeat.
She reaches her peak then spirals back down
and looks at me with a puzzled frown.
Her mind is blank, she can't seem to think
All she does is stare and blink.
I think, Maybe we should give it another try..
Finally, she looks at me and starts to cry.
I pull her close as through the tears,
Something's become painfully clear.
She knows now she can only say
There is no other way but gay.