I once made out with a guy
I now consider a friend
in front of a bar until he asked
to go back to my place.
I could barely drive because
he couldn’t keep his hands off me.
As I fumbled to unlock the door he
had his arms around my waist,
kissing my neck.
Once we made it to my bed he
kept saying how long he had been
wanting to do this with me,
and then in between drunken kisses
he slurred, I love you.
I actually laughed and said,
No you don’t, you just love me right now.