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looking backwards quietly

she is probably dead or at best very old
her body all shrunken her desires all cold
her touch made my body tingle
an erogenous zone of pleasure
which she explored
at her leisure

and she took this near boy
and taught him how to care
to exercise control
and how to share
so that in those afternoon together
hours seemed just seconds long
it seemed they just started
and then were gone

and the partings were so special
for neither knew when
or even if we could
be together again
then my life suddenly changed
took a different track
never said goodbye
never went back

but I never forgot her generosity
taking such a callow boy
teaching him how
to give and take joy
so much older than me I am sure she is dead
and I have undying memories of her warm bed


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looking backwards quietly