If Life Was Like a Poem

The Lust That Never Was

sweat upon fair porcelain cheeks

whimpers and moans as the bed creeks

its far to late to turn around now

the a drunken haze and the story of how

two men who liked girls wound up in bed

not with girls but each other instead

oh how they moan and pant like dogs

rolling around like horny hogs

they gobble each other, feeding on lust

heads pounding hard, heart yearning to bust

it drips from lips like chocolate fondu

and rest upon skin tried and true

once the deeds done and they've finished their game

they no longer recall each other's name

its a sad fact that now lays

between two men, the gays

that by next mornings light

they won't bother to fight

and instead part their ways

for the rest of their days

for it's society who killed the outcasts

left only blurred memories of sexual pasts

now two men, the strangers

never again, oh how much this angers