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Bitter Sweet Memories

Early winter morning remembering From the soft warm depths Of an old man’s bed: Walking through dark streets Shivering with cold, thinking of The soft warm bed she’d pushed me From of with a final cuddled kiss Before she snuggled back Under the warm down duvet So she was back asleep Before I’d even left the room; Stolen half nights with my Illicit Blonde sweet lover girl Leaving before the village awoke So I wouldn’t be seen As i slipped through the woods And up the tree lined road Back to the real world Suffering the Guardroom banter As I booked in and became Once more a three figure number; Time for a shower to wash away The sweet smell of her love Then uniformed and booted The three day cycle began Before I could once more Slip quietly through the woods Check the street carefully Before I crept into her house And back into her arms And that soft sweet warm bed; A love with no future Stolen and finite But the first sweet full love Of a callow not yet man And a sweet older woman Compassionate kind and loving Over almost before it began Still fondly remembered Across all those many passed years.

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Date: 12/7/2022 11:59:00 AM
Soft, tender and beautiful
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Terry Ireland
Date: 12/7/2022 11:59:00 PM
Thanks Becky - in my memory she still is.