Perhaps now I'm a mistake you once made.
But there was a time when what you felt...
before comparisons and lists were made,
before you called in the contractors to build the wall....
and used logic to close the door,
there was a "look" that passed between us....
that generated enough desire....
to feed every heart in the universe....
that had ever gone hungry for love.

There was a time when you could stand before me....
and as I watched cloth slip from your body....
slowly revealing what you thought was....
your "middle age" disappointment,
and you would wait for me to comment in some negative way....
because you thought yourself no longer beautiful.
How could I ever lie to you?
To have ever been more a moment of awe....
the first time you stood before me....
would have to have been a time when....
I stood before a Goddess whose shape had been cast....
from your mold!

My eyes loved you….
from the first time you looked at me and smiled.
My ears heard only muffled sounds for years until....
the first time the sound of your voice....
saying "I love you" played my first symphony.
The first time I kissed you....
while my manhood was deep in inside your woman cave....
I died as who I was....
and became to this day I know not who.

My fingers could trace your body's shape....
and the heat from your desire would leave them burnt….
with memories of every crease, every valley....
that always left them wanting more.
Seven times on one occasion you "came" to a conclusion....
and stated you'd die if there were one more!
And so I slipped reluctantly from within you,
knowing if you ever died.... so would I!


There was a time when you'd think that....
I'd given you my hot, white color life bleed....
every drop.... and I'd say, "wait, there's more"!
You could never empty me any more then I could ever fill you.
There was a time when passion, desire.... the scent of each other....
a touch, a look.... turned the Gods into voyeurs!

There were times I admit....
when you "desired" me to exhaustion....
and I would lift myself from above you,
the passion creating pools of moisture....
caught in every crevice of your body.
God, I would lie defenseless against the onslaught....
of your hungry mouth,
nursing its yet unfulfilled woman needs.
There were times I remember when you'd comment....
after what seemed like hours...."MY GOD”…. you want me again!"

How could I have ever not wanted you again?
You were more a woman to me in all the word "woman" implied....
by the man who first spoke it.
Is it any wonder to you if you ever think back,
back to the time when we loved....
that my desire for you was as natural as breathing?
Do you think me able to so easily forget the clove scent of your nest?
Should my fingers discard the memory of touching you?
Should my groin discard the memory of your lips?
If so, then every memory would turn to dust…. as would I.

To the lady who's passion I remember I would say this….
I would have to die for it to be possible to forget a single moment!
Rather I would live with the hope,
that one day I might experience that passion once again,
but with someone who sees me as more then a good lover,
but as also a man who could love in other ways.

Yes, there was a time when I loved you….
Now replaced with the pain of your leaving.
Time may heal the heart but never the memory of….
what might have been had we been more than lovers.
Ah… pride is such the enemy of love and forgiveness the only defense….
against a right decision made for the wrong reasons.
I loved you well…. If not wisely,
and my voice betrayed me in a moment of fear.
And so that moment now defines both your future…. And mine.

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