pure bliss

When I feel free to kiss her lips

and caress her warm mouth with my finger tips

it's bliss

a moment I was sure I would miss

This. This is what I dream about, what I LIVE for.

This is the woman I adore. 

The way her hair flows over her collar bones, 

I don't have to hide my sexuality, my identity with her

the way she assures me I am no longer alone. 

My fear of Mum finding us in our room begin to blur

Behind the long locks of her gorgeous flowing hair

Do you know what I believe is truly awesome?

Watching a small, frightened child blossom 

Into a proudly homosexual young woman.

Oh yes, I obsess over this wonderful transformation

And to imagine other beautiful young flowers

proudly raise their voices and act upon temptation