FIERCE

He was young & alive with fire & doubt.

He danced on stage with rebellion & jaded flacidness.

He made me laugh before he took off his cloths.

He talked to me after to make me smile.

He looked at me -

His eyes lit up with that inner fire...

He looked at me as I thanked him & gave him cash.

I told him it was for doing his job...

He grabbed my hand & held it & that look in his eyes...

He said that it wasn't just his job...& that he would prove it.

He uncrossed his legs -

His cock jutted up...Proud -

with those eyes & that sincere smile...

Emotion & Moment -

Eye Contact Paramount -

That look was a kiss I'll never forget.

© MAY 5, 2000 By Jason Wright