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Appetites
It was just an affair of convenience,
No love or other emotion al stuff,
Just meeting for sessions of sex
Because neither was getting enough.
There was certainly sexual attraction
And our sex was really the best,
Sometimes hour’s long sessions
Broken only when one needed a rest.
I couldn’t keep my hands off her
And she really was just the same
Until we reached the door to leave
And finished our exciting game.
The weeks we couldn’t be together
We’d meet for as long as we could
For inventive sex sessions
In car park or a local wood.
I think we became an addiction
Each knowing the others taste
So of that time spent together
Not a second went to waste.
I remember our final session
Because they were moving away
And we managed to arrange
To be together most of that day.
And we spent it so creatively
As though this last day we must
For one final time fully exploit
And enjoy our equally shared lust
Just an affair of convenience
Keeping two marriages strong
Such an affair of convenience
Nearly fifteen years or so long.
She suddenly came back to memory
For I saw her up town somewhere
We stood and chatted for a little while
Each with grandchild in its push chair
We both smiled as we recalled
Those frustrating times we waited
Between our times together
When our appetites were sated.
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Terry Ireland
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