Friendships Variation ii
I know her body as well as my own.
Have kissed its every inch in my time;
So often made the Two Backed Beast
There when we were in our prime.
But now we are that much older,
That much nearer life's other end,
She has become that precious thing
My true and valued friend.
Sometimes as she moves about,
This woman that I trust,
I follow her with eyes not totally
Free of want and lust.
Sometimes we talk of our past
When passions ruled the head
And we would rise from hours
Spent in her love wrecked bed.
These days we walk the countryside,
Such very pleasant little walks,
When we solve the world's woes
With our pleasant little talks,
And just before I leave
I kiss her full on lips and cheek
Which lasts me until we meet
Same time, same place, next week.
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