What I Was Once

Written by: David Whalen

The genie is out of the bottle Has stolen out into the night Pandora’s box is become unlocked Things will ne’er again seem right It came about, with no hue or shout No alarum of fear or fright Life took a twist, one could not resist Impulsively gave in without a fight Succumbed to pleasure, in new-found treasure Of her eyes, her sighs…sweet delight Soft feel still lingers, to touch of my fingers Press of her body to mine…e’er so slight My being, my world, tumbled and twirled My heart…my very soul, imbued with her light The genie is free, Pandora can flee What I was once…now no longer can I be