The Kiss

She saw those lips she wanted to kiss Across the coffee shop She heard the words and tone of voice That she wanted spoken to her She saw the body she craved to hold And that as he craved to touch and kiss She saw the one as cross thd coffee shop Who she wanted to love and sometimes miss She saw everything wrapped up so fine This person so perfect by design She waited for them to go to the loo Then decided to follow them too. When they came out she made her move Told them she adored them And found they adored her too She moved in and planted a kiss Their object of desire could not resist Back into the toilet they both moved Shutting the door they caboodled and smoozed Each other and both feeling intense love and lust There they both indulged in the art of making love And when it was over they both walked out Tidying their clothing and messing about The whole coffee shop seemed to stop and stare Maybe they heard what went on in their Some shook the heads And some smiled Then came those words from the little child ‘Mummy are to girls allowed to kiss?’ And this was what was at the crux of all this Not because they had made love But because they were the same sex that for some was to much.