S.A.B.

Discreet, meet and greet,

that's how we came to be,

I remember it like it was yesterday;

You told me you liked my hips,

my thighs wide open for your eyes,

and your eyes only as you bare your soul for mine;

I would leave you a gift,

bare in my bath open for you after work;

I miss you A.D.,

I miss hearing your voice messages over and over again;

I know we could never be,

I could never be your love in the light;

I could never be yours,

Who am I to tell a man what to die for?

Bronze skin so soft to the touch, can send a man to the moon;

Who am I to tell a man how to hide love in plain sight?

The same sun that kisses my skin, has kissed your beautiful face;

You served him, and he lay there, and sent your blood rushing;

You are bare, and open, and easily unrobed by me, as well as he;

Who am I to tell your heart, to not function the same?

The ripe age of midlife, yet skin as soft as silk;

He bears his home to me, like a warm dinner to, a very hungry man;

Cheeks as soft as la crème glacée, I melt as I make my plate;

He welcomed me into his home, his life, himself;

As I wonder, I reflect back to the gift sent to me, to come home.

My reach, and girth, were always a bragging rite;

I can pour my lost love into the back of his neck, opening

He begged me for release, yet I pulled out to, soaking,

I pulled away, for fear of my own mortality and asked,

I do not want to catch the Forever Strain, do you?

The back of his neck was the window to love, lost;

His back is arched to pull me in again, yet a promise is what I seek;

I ask the men who now wish to be opened wide, by me,

No circuits hard wired for the pleasure of, release,

I shall not fill you up unsheathed, nor without an answer;

A ring to bind the Forever Strain is what I seek;

Or the answer will always be, no.