The Guilt of Not Feeling Guilty

The fantasy has turned memory, the dream finally realized
I was shocked by your boldness, though you’d spoke of it often
Turning speculation into action was easy once decided
Simple enough to afford many a repeat performance…if we dare
I have no reservations about the giving, taking, and sharing
My biggest concern is my lack of outrage over my actions
I’ve not questioned my morals, my sanity, or my reasoning
I wonder what it means that it didn’t really mean anything
It’s a fine line and a slippery slope, but I’m not deterred
Though putting the ball in your court makes it easier to justify
Perhaps one of your own yearnings will press us forward
Then I can enjoy it without the guilt of not feeling guilty
Or maybe you’ll end it here, and I feel the shame I deserve

Forbidden Fruit

A deep dark secret
I can never tell
of skin on skin
and him on him.

What does it make me
a freak, a whore?
Craving hardness
on hardness and more.

Testosterone overload
eyes open wide
Watch muscle flex
and muscle press.

Pictures in my mind
such an intriguing sight
of head to head
and cheek to cheek.

The perfect invasion
A huge taboo
Open wide
and take it in.

Looks to Kill (A Tribue to Scott Weiland)

Baggy jeans and flannel
weren't quite your.
So it didn't take long
to find something new.

The eyeliner days
were totally glam.
Like the Barbarella look
on the cover of BAM!

Dressed up like a woman
in leather and heels
Evoked from the crowd
loud whistles and squeals.

Those shiny silver pants
drove us insane.
It's really too bad
they went up in flames.

Wearing a suit
you clean up real nice.
We swoon at your feet
no need to entice.

Looking like a Nazi
we stood by your side.
It was just a short time
but such a fun ride.

Those great feather boas
the ties and the hats
So many accessories
least not the tats.

And then there's the hair
enough can't be said
Short, long and shaved
blond, brown and red.

Wrapped up in a flag
you showed lots of gall
But we like you best
in nothing at all.