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I started drinking black coffee just to impress you.
So you would think I was uncomplicated but full of interesting thoughts.
You said you hated the hippy streets of Brighton, but like my father, I fell in love with your bohemian ways.
You wore Prada suits and always brown leather shoes. Had an apartment overlooking the Victorian gardens but really, you were just a business man gagging to play.
You liked your liquor. You tasted of dark ale.
And you sketched. With a ballpoint pen downplaying how good you really were. Just like my father.
Your smell of Turkish soap was subtle but it calmed my immature and urgent ways. Otherwise sometimes…I think I would have devoured you.
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I daydreamed of comforting hugs, while I wetted your kitchen counter sitting there playing you were the cat.
I’ve wanted to fall in lust ever since I was 16. Ever since I crashed my first butterfly.
And I do it differently each time.
More vividly, merciless.
Just a bit of fun. Your intentions failed to reach me.
I know you saw me like the strained relationship with your kids. Impotence and football games once a month.
And I saw you like him. Mesmerised by your reading lines. Intoxicated by your old age.
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It was love town. For a whole 5 minutes and 10 seconds.
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Author:
Ani. Is. (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 19th, 2023 07:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Falling for a much older guy. I got the song “love town” on repeat. It sure feels good. The unexpected and the briefness of love.
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 5
- User favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind.
Comments2
erotic comic stripes
streets of Brighton
hippies are old birds
this is exceptionally good .. I am glad
I passed this way before leaving for the office .. you made an old fella really happy .. write on .. Neville
Thank you for Neville…may you have the best day today 💜
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