My night was disturbed by lame music and cheap beer,
to have wasted my night of freedom was my deepest fear.
Then like lightening, did you come forth, in a BMW steed.
Mesmerised by your tattoos, the distraction that I did need.
Your hair like dirty embers and eyes like blue flame.
Though you look and sound like most, you weren't the same.
T-shirt taught, around bulging muscular arms.
By your voice, and charisma I was charmed.
Hand around my waist, I began to quiver from spine to base.
Your other hand, strong and firm, caressed my face.
Lips, closing in upon my own trembling soft flesh.
As we clash, skin on skin, you melt away my deepest stress.
No other kiss, like it before I have felt at all in my life.
I bothered not to ask about current girlfriend or ex-wife.
I cared not, for your flesh upon my own is what I crave.
Whilst folded into your arms, I am your willing slave.
Hands fumbling, fooling, guessing which secret body part is where.
I thought I was clever, not needing anyone, yet your touch I would not share.
My smile says it all, as finally you part and let me breathe.
I die inside, taxi arrives, and I must finally leave.
On my way home, I am lost, the kiss is still upon my shaking lips.
If things had gone my way, you would have explored between my hips.
People will speak their mind, their thoughts are daggers I will miss,
Nothing in this world, will destroy the memory, of your lingering kiss.
Can I get you a drink?