“We do not stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing!” ― Benjamin Franklin
His voice was familiar
when he called the night
of our first discussion.
When our eyes first met,
it felt light on trade,
and heavy on seduction.
Our dialogue was fun,
with a flirty mood, though
it was only for work.
A follow up call to flirt
and tease proved this gig
had additional perks.
Our first date
had me squirming,
excited, tingly in my chair.
The game went overtime,
unexpectedly engaged
in this affair.
He was charming,
witty, clever and wise,
handsome as a plus.
Day turned to night,
we part with a kiss,
what's left to discuss?
Irony found us as neighbors,
so convenient,
so effortless.
Both aiming to please,
joys ever achieved,
with such tenderness.
Romance on demand
morning, evening,
and noon just as well.
Compatibility in
most everything,
not merely a lusty spell.
Declaring his love
and monogamy came
too soon for me to relate.
But our adventures made
for the sexiest of drives
and romantic dates.
It was nice to be wooed
with love notes and trinkets,
so I fell for him alike.
But when he spoke
of leaving at some point,
it triggered my sorry plight.
We broke up … kind of,
my forked tongue and tone
melted to the bone.
There I was again,
goodbye girl evermore,
and all alone.
Years came to pass
then surprised to see
an email from this man.
Long lost friend,
happy to amend,
we still speak with no hidden plan.
Though physically
present. short on time, Lessons from this bond...
Life's short, time abrupt Live and love fully
before the great beyond!
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