Bebo

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	It might have been romantic...
	My friend’s house In this house, we once made love In every room An old movie plays The kitchen, my hands in your jeans As you stir a pasta sauce Moving moulded, spoonlike – cooker to cupboard You add some spice – a little salt But the smell I remember Is the musk of your fresh sweat As your heat rose… The bathroom, high-ceilinged and drafty An acrid smell of male pee The room cold, even in summer – After a hot bath – drip-drying by the calor gas fire We fukked long and hard Sitting here, taking a whizz It all comes back to me Oh yes – what a die-hard romantic I am! The living room, Brown vinyl sofa with hard arms Too narrow for us both We slept on blankets on the floor Might have been romantic With more room between sofa and hearth Instead we drew straws As to who would burn their ass off by the fire! And the bedroom, in sheets still damp From sweat and cum - my friend and his lover We stole our opportunities in moments alone Losing time and place in each other’s cunts Few rooms - so many moments contained Between these walls…
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