Passing Strange

Why

Why

by sloanranger

I don't think I understand

why I gravitate to you,

why I want to take your hand -

for you to take mine, too.

Why I want to hold you to me,

closely, heart to heart -

why I want to place my tongue

between your lips when they're apart.

Why I want to rub you down

with sweet, exotic lotions -

make love to you with gay release,

while we're in the ocean.

To lay my head upon your chest

each and every night -

to thank my God before we rest

and then turn out the light.