And so, it’s over, it is gone.
A guttering candle brightly shone,
But leaves a hint of what befell,
Ephemeral, wispy, smoky, smell.

So now it is another day,
Another time: but memories play,
Inside my head, what can I say?
Your smiling face: a sunny ray.

Your urgent fingers on my glowing skin,
Were too intense for what now lies within.
Saucy, pedantic *****, you let me in,
But captured me: so, after all you win.

So many years passed by, oh how they flew,
But always in my heart a piece of you,
Deep nestled and hard-hidden well within,
A fond remembrance of delicious - sin?

So, what to say and what am I to do?
For I am wholly separate from you,
To meet would cause distress and strife,
So far apart in distance and in life.

Artistic use of hands and tongue,
Exquisite times and **** fun.
Why is it that you hold me tight?
When you and I are out of sight.

For all those years we weren’t in touch,
I didn’t think of you that much.
I fully blanked you from my thoughts,
Although you liked my skin-tight shorts!

So many years since last we met,
Our time together - brief, and yet,
So close and such enthralléd heart,
We never thought that we would part.

Was playing pooh-sticks by the stream,
A real time or just a dream?
With hands held tight, a sunny gleam
Inside our eyes so it would seem.

We missed the Hundred Acre wood,
Where Eeyore’s gloomy place had stood.
We didn’t find Pooh’s ‘thortful spot’
But Gee we found another, hot!

We can’t go back, time has run on,
I think that Eeyore’s house has gone.
Time takes its toll, we knew it would,
If youth just knew, if age just could!

To stroke your skin was just too much,
Excitement from that tender touch,
Just wanting you and standing proud,
The noise released so deep, so loud.

But that brief candle burned down low,
With smoky wick: hot, all aglow.
Our race was run, our joy was done,
We shared so much, we had such fun.