It was a Thursday night out with friends,
My eyes locked with a queer gentleman,
He stared right back without flinching.
I thought it was rude with a lady on his arm.
Hours passed, systems intoxicated.
The stares became intense,
My insides felt giddy and warm.
He motioned to the door with a smile,
His lady draped on another’s arm.
The song came on and he pushed closer,
His huge palms on my hips,
We swayed to the beat.
He moved closer till I couldn’t resist.
Lips tasted like strawberry sweets.
His tenderness and compassion,
His brave and strong heart,
His Selfless and passionate soul,
He is mine to keep, mine to Love,
Been 365 days and I can’t get enough.