Gentlemens Lounge

We walked out of the dim light of the bar
into the flourecent light and our
reflections in the mirror were two words
in a room full of silence
as we walked past the running water
we were a spreading fire
past the urinals into adjacent stalls
we just laughed
(laughed)
(laughed)
i met up with you washing your hands
as i stood in line with the masculinity that surrounded me
the stares and questions solicited my smiles and answer.
"no, this is not a protest"
"no, these are real, this is me"
"the ladies line was just too damn long!
and i had to pee"
as we walked out turning heads
from us
to the gentlemens lounge

I could've stared at you all night
and my worries began to subside (your presence gently excreted them)
it was just you and me
opening
your nudges and touches comforted me
i was happy

'It's scary'
you said
'when its more than just pleasure, but theres emotion there too'
we'll I'm scared.

And it's so hard to just step back and broaden my view
and see you and us from a different perspective
because i dont want to see it any other way
even though i'm seeing it all wrong

I've never felt so comfortable here
snuggling up against your legs
Then devistated to see us getting closer to home
But the end so quickly faded to sleep
and morning woke me up alone
lying naked under the covers
covering my face
covering the tears
of the revelation
that I've given in
and that last night will never happen again.
But I'm still waiting
waiting for your call
and i'm thinking about you and me
as we walked out
turning heads
from us
to the gentlemans lounge.