backslide

It would have been normal
if when we first met

on our
technically not even a
date yet first

night, let's say
at the concert - I had taken
the opportunity
for a smooth,

deeply
gentle

lovingly hand-made
grope via the tit, either one
dealer's choice, or

/and followed up toot sweet
with an immense bragworthy grab
and bounce, fondle of

"that ass" you know
the one. That, and none

other. But this
almost

a good decade ago
was a bad time for standards.

And we've come so far together
since then on separate paths,

and so
we thinks,
has the world.

Now we know how to handle. So,

when you
told me

by surprise

for some reason
I asked, that
it would have been
fine by delightedly you

in that just right exact moment, that
pass that was made
for way back then,

but not made, deferred, unpursued, I was

knocked

about emotionally ten years off
my old age
by which time,

I met you.