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.
2 comments:
Love.
Works, doesn't it? In a funny way, if not ways, maybe none too mysterious.
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