Last Night

We were on the edge, the verge, living a fantasy years in the making.
My friend, you've always been.
My lover, I always wanted you to be.
Confessions of lustful thoughts passed between our lips as our breath mingled.
We put aside our reservations and took the step we always stopped just short of.
It was hot. It was exciting. It was odd.
The person I have known as my friend,
who has listened to my troubles and consoled me.
Now the person I know as a Man.
Capable of evoking passion, and orgasm.
I remember of our skin, naked and pressed together.
Joined in intimacy, and lust.
Thinking about it makes me hot.
A night that won't repeat itself, but that I won't forget.
Last night.
---Twisted Poet