It must be love

We lock horns: that’s if we were animals with horns - like goats, etc.   However this is not the first time - we often find reasons to disagree.  It could be love?.

I move close - we touch lips.  Shit.  Oscar pushes against my chest.   I think why?.  I return the shove.      

He holds out his hand.   Shit.    His forefinger sinks into the flesh of my right tit.    Shit.     His hand on my chest moves to my crutch.  

 Not so shit - Nice.   

Why?    I move back and he moves closer.   I can’t stop myself.  I reach out.  

Plonk. My first shot was the greatest.  His nose is now running blood. I’ve never noticed his square jaw, his pitted nose, and his floppy ears. 

 It must be love ?.

“Here take my handkerchief”.  I’m saying.   “Thanks”:  he replies.    “You can stick your snot rag where the sun don't shine”.      He tells me.       

“No need to be rude”. I said.  His testicles almost came off in my hands - I never knew he could reach such high notes …