Ran into him at the bar;

he was begging for a drink;

said he'd kiss me...

Pimping for a kiss...

Why Not?

"Call that a kiss?"

I kissed him hard...

My tongue in his mouth...

Searching... Feeling... Tasting...

Thinking about the time I told him he could fuck me.

But I'm thinking now that it would be oh so sweet to

bend him over & fuck him sweetly...

& still I'm kissing him.

Later he left with some other dumb fuck -

But at least I wasn't running this time.

Honesty has it's own rewards.

- For Erick -