Before I kissed you…
I thought your beard would get in the way.
I thought you would taste like an ashtray.
I thought I would be scared of your tongue.
I thought this would be a one-time thing.
But above all, I thought you would pull back,
and tell me what an awful kisser I am.
But now, since I’ve kissed you…
I know I love your beard, it’s so fucking sexy.
I know you taste wonderful, even right after a smoke.
I know it turns both of us on when I suck on your tongue.
I know neither of us can get enough of this.
But what surprises me most, what really gets me,
is that you want to kiss me.