I May As Well Have Been A Fly On The Wall

It is a confession though it may seem a tale
At a lesbian party I was the lone male
The hosts an ageing lesbian couple they invited me
To drop in on saturday evening for sandwiches and tea.

I may as well have been a fly on the wall
For scarce little notice taken of me at all
Of any inhibitions these women seemed free
They hugged and they kissed quite revealing to see.

I felt out of place it was not my sort of scene
Though in stranger places I must say I've been
One might say I was out of my comfort zone
The only male there I was feeling alone.

With lesbians I don't have any issues and to each their own
As prejudices with the years I have outgrown
But at an all female party would you not agree
That most males would feel like a fish out of sea.

The sandwiches left a sweet taste in the mouth
Buttered wholemeal bread with tomato and trout
And of any inhibition the women were free
They kissed and they cuddled there in front of me.