Remembering Kim

It didn't matter to me
That she was some years
My senior, pleasantly plump,
Or that she had
A son about my age
With a son of his own.

It didn't matter to me
That I was a young
Husband with a young
Family of mine.
Home fires burning
And another fierce fire
Burning in my loins.

All that mattered to me,
At that time, was my dick
And what she was
Going to do with me
Right there and then!

All that mattered to me
Was us in her bed
After work, after a couple
Of beers on her condo balcony
And looking at the gulf
Over the seawall
In the late night.

"We promised John we
Were going to be good."
She protested as I
Unclasped her bra.
She didn't protest
Too strong and
Her arms held me tighter.

John's at work and
I'm with Kim in her bed
And the gulf air
Cools the heat generated
By our bodies together.

Recalling the music of her moans
And kisses deep and slow.
I still taste the flavor
Of her firm pink nipples.
The sweet and eager
Softness of her mouth
Swallowing me and her tongue
Gently tickling my stiff tip.

The last time we played,
Kim sucked me in
Her car in the parking garage.
"You owe me", she smiles
Through my cum on her cheek.

We went our ways
Seeing each other once or twice
And losing track
Of each other.

I sing of treasured trysts
Living in pleasant memory
And relived in verse.
I sing of joyful reunions
With old friends and
A courtesy to repay one day.