Kim

I have dabbled again,
eagerly
testing the boundaries
between
letting in and keeping out

I am hungry
for touch
sex
the warmth of lips
and soft moans

I am a slave
to these needs
they shackle
my faculties

The mere sensation
of your hand softly
caressing my face
leaves me stripped

What to do
with someone
I wanted,
couldn't have;
who was the farthest from my mind
and yet there she stood before me

It was
that alcohol induced
kiss
thrilling
salty
unexpected

Angrily the morning broke,
the harsh reality
of the previous night
came slowly like a snail
leaving a slimy mess of
my dignity

She is too young!
Over the club speakers
she tells me it doesn't matter
this wide space of age
between us
I know otherwise

Ironic it is
that we danced and laughed to
"gotta have faith"
since I had none

This encounter
was to go no where

It would end with
a kiss and a sweet memory