it usually happens at a bar.
he came up to me and asked me if
he could lick my chest.
nothing kinky, just a lick.
i said sure, what harm could it do
he said i tasted like jello
and that was funny because i was jello,
on the kitchen floor, of all places.
he told me to lick his chest and
of coarse he tasted like a rock
strong and dependable,
oh, and very very hard.
but maybe just on the outside.
cuz' the years have been stripping
and he was actually willing
to give me a shot.
and i thought chances like that don't
come around every day.
how much it meant to me.
and how much i wanted to please him.
the way his nose
sort of srunched up
when i made him cry.
it was close to christmas,
and i could not stay
and all i wanted to do was
call my mom.
but i had to lie to her, tell her
the flight was cancelled