It Only Takes One Little Thing
I rarely think
or write of her these days
until that is
a sound or scent, or touch
or taste,
just happens to remind me
of her ways ..
and then, like an avalanche
they flood
and crash upon this hapless
mind of mine ..
and I do swear that should
we ever meet
again, I shall not hesitate
to fuck her
next time, from behind ..
Just like she
always wanted, in the carpark
of our
favourite roadside restaurant ..