I don’t mind that you’re gay
That just means there’s more women for me
And all the gay guys won’t hit on me as often
Mistaking me as such
It’s happened a few times before
Felt just as good about myself if it were a woman
Can’t figure out why it’s such a big deal for most guys

Her finger smiled.
As she got grip of him,
Their palms hugged.
Her fingertips kissed back of his hand tightly,
It was the celebration for the ring finger without any ceremony...

Her Fingers wished to touch the stars,
As being with him, she was already on cloud 9.
She painted her finger with a smile,
A smile, happiness that he gave her….

Her life was like a card thrown out of deck,
He came like an Ace in her life…
To win her and her life.

She was lost as she found him,

As they hugged,
She caressed her fingers on his back,
They were hugging each other’s life...

They were Two when they are apart…
Now they are ONE…

~rpan™

Some people are not poets
They are poetry themselves

Some people are not authors
They are books themselves

Some people are not singers
They are songs themselves

Some people are not beautiful
They are beauty themselves

Some people are not modest
They are modesty themselves

And

They all exist in this world
But they don't  recognize themselves

We need no one's approval.
We are poets, not pleaders.

Here and there,
His hands bare,
Touching her
Beneath her skin,
A new story begin...