My lesbian friend once told me that women only know what women want..
I say that's untrue.. I say they want what they think they want.. they never can have it and be happy..
No one is content in getting what they want, it makes it too perfect..
We all destroy something that is perfect, if we mean to or not..
Perfection is ruined at the slightest trace of an imperfect hand..
and I don't know about you, but humanity has yet to craft perfection..

Well as me and my lesbian spoke aloud about who had it better..
or who made who wetter..
Or how to keep one in your hand..
or just how to keep them proud..

I spoke of how I was a romantic, and loved to snuggle..
She spoke of how she could find her g spot in the dark..
I spoke of how I loved to talk and cuddle..
She spoke of the point where you get her eyes to spark..
I spoke of how I loved the female body..
and she agreed
I spoke of my love for a woman..
She also agreed..

I spoke of how I loved to make them smile and laugh..
She just smiled..
I spoke of how I loved to make the happy, so just do the math..
She just smiled..
I spoke of how I loved the soft skin under my fingertips and a moan in my ear..
She just smiled..
I spoke of how I loved the stands of hair sweat stuck to her face, so near..
She just laughed..
I spoke of how I loved the soft touch, the caress down my back..
She smiled then laughed..
I spoke of how I loved the facial patterns of bliss..
She then spoke up, I love the way they kiss.
I agreed.


She spoke of how she knew how to seduce even a straight girl..
She spoke of all the different accents that she loved from around the world..
She spoke of the wetness that dwells beneath her chin while she has sex..
She spoke of the size and shape of her favorite nipples..

I spoke of my love for the racing stripe shave..
I spoke of my love for skin and the texture that it made..
I spoke of the hidden folds of skin under which bliss lay..
I spoke of how I love to love my woman each and every day..

We raised valid points and spoke for hours on the subject..
upon so much we talked I have trouble completely trying to recollect..

We came to a stale mate, agreeing we both loved women, but could fail to keep one..
We came to realize that I guess it's always that way, and will be until it's undone..

Undone with the drama,
Undone with the moral dilemma..

Girls and guys.. we don't know..
We never have... We never will..

We're just sheep blinded by the headlights on a word that fails to describe the emotion it conveys..

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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