Poem: Longing

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gay kiss
There is a whisper of longing on his lips,
As he looks at mine.
Closer and closer he appears,
To make up for lost time.

 

Caressing my face gently,
He lightly touches my lips,
As my mouth opens for a second,
He dives in plunging, plundering.

 

Making up for lost time,
We lose ourselves in each other,
He leaves the bed immediately,
Because we cannot be discovered together.

 

For a man and man to be with each other,
Is considered a crime,
“Screw you,” I would love to say,
But all I can do is hide.

 

Hide my love, my longing, my thirst,
For my MAN,
It is truly shaming,
To be living in such a time.

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