Sitting across the dimly-lit table
Alone
It wasn’t always like this…
*
My paramour
I was enamoured by you
Those chocolate-brown spheres
Setting my soul ablaze
Blasting me into oblivion
*
Your smile
I could walk a thousand miles
Just for that smile
*
At inception
Reciprocating your love
Was incipient
*
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
Negative, captain
Absence makes you a goner
*
Can we just erase bad times?
And start again, one step at a time
Me and you falling into line
Just promise me
Promise me no regrets
Promise me that I won’t fret
Our love may not be the norm
But I want to wake up in the morn’
And inhale your breath
Making me higher than meth
To feel the stubble on your chin
Not to feel like it’s a sin
Make me feel like a king
My crown awkwardly placed
But you’ll adjust it
Kiss that face
And hold me tight
Straddle that waist
*
Sitting across the dimly-lit table
Then I step outside
I close my eyes
And let the rain trickle down my skin
That’s where it’ll all begin
Written by Jaidyn
It’s writeups like this that make me mad when people, straight and gay alike, try to act like all gay people do is have sex, like we don’t love.
We love. We love.
Lol. What’s wrong with that? Asking for sex on the same day you meet a person, that is.
lol its only in Nigeria that they think everything about gay is sex so disgusting that why If u met a guy today he will demanding sex from u that very day