sarcasm
"I want you to close your eyes and kiss me" she said in the most sultry voice she could muster up. I did as I was told. It was warm and her tongue was maleable against my own. Her breath had the last cigarette we smoked together on it. It was nice, but it didn't change anything. I was still a gay man kissing my fag-hag on a playground meant for children much younger than us.