The Kiss
She saw those lips she wanted to kiss
Across the coffee shop
She heard the words and tone of voice
That she wanted spoken to her
She saw the body she craved to hold
And that as he craved to touch and kiss
She saw the one as cross thd coffee shop
Who she wanted to love and sometimes miss
She saw everything wrapped up so fine
This person so perfect by design
She waited for them to go to the loo
Then decided to follow them too.
When they came out she made her move
Told them she adored them
And found they adored her too
She moved in and planted a kiss
Their object of desire could not resist
Back into the toilet they both moved
Shutting the door they caboodled and smoozed
Each other and both feeling intense love and lust
There they both indulged in the art of making love
And when it was over they both walked out
Tidying their clothing and messing about
The whole coffee shop seemed to stop and stare
Maybe they heard what went on in their
Some shook the heads
And some smiled
Then came those words from the little child
‘Mummy are to girls allowed to kiss?’
And this was what was at the crux of all this
Not because they had made love
But because they were the same sex that for some was to much.
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