Our Fun Was Had

The weird thing about this poem, I wrote eight years ago for no reason, is that it is strangely prophetic. This is more apt now, more relevant, and although is likely to be heavily criticised, is probably the poem I am happiest with.

It was nice to be inside you
To have that exquisite effect
To be part of you momentarily
To love and not expect

To savour all your instincts
To learn a little more
To be a part of your flavour
To open up your door

To taste some of your sweetness
Against your warm pallid skin
To feel needed and respected
To return this without sin

I think you were what I needed
To find myself again
And though we feel no strength together
I'll love you as my friend.

The End

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