Love Is Love
Tingles run from the tip of his nose to the tip of his toes
His body starts to panic & secretes
Pearls of salted water on every inch of his being
That soon enough will show through his clothes
He can feel his heart pounding in his chest
The blood running through his veins
The pounding in his brain
He wants nothing more than for their fingers to intertwine
And walk down the street hand in hand
If his palms could just, in this moment, not sweat
Showered, shit & shaved
Dressed elegantly, yet not too fancy
Dressed as a man should, protecting his integrity
Showing his power & authority
By being behaved and showing off his masculinity
Sparks fly
They both have twinkles in their eyes
Time, when they're together seems to pass them by
When comes the time for the first kiss,
They both feel the anxiety
Their arms wrap around each other,
It comes naturally
Their lips touch
And lock
Her lips are so soft
They fit perfectly with his
People pass them by and give them a glance
Most feeling joy or even envy
No one seems to be going berserk
Over a public display of affection
Between a woman & a man
He gets to feel all those things & not be judged
He gets to walk down the street with his girl holding hands
He gets to kiss her in public and not be criticized
Why can't I have that?
Because...
When I get ready for her,
I shit, shower & shave
I dress elegantly, yet not to fancy
I dress like a man, not like a woman should
I am behaved and showing off my masculinity
When I see her,
I get tingles from the tip of my nose to the tips of my toes
My body starts to panic & secretes
Pearls of salted water on every inch of my being
That soon enough will show through my clothes
When I hear her voice,
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest
The blood running through my veins
The pounding in my brain
When I'm with her,
I want nothing more than for our fingers to intertwine
And walk down the street hand in hand
If my palms, in that moment, could just not sweat
When I spend time with her,
Sparks fly
We both have twinkles in our eyes
Time when were together seems to pass us by
When I kiss her for the first time,
We both feel the anxiety,
Our arms wrap around each other,
It comes naturally
Our lips touch
They lock
Every time I kiss her I think to myself,
How her lips are so soft
And how they fit perfectly with mine
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