But I Did

She had a sticky date
What can I say?
I tried to look away
But it lured me in
I’m weak, I said
To myself I think
I don’t exactly recall

She was Italian
From the north
On the Swiss border
Blonde, blue eyed
Skin like …
Soft & smooth
Brown & pink

I had a clever finger
It could not be helped
Almost estranged
Yes that was it
Part of me but
One of the naughty bits
Her tits were like treacle

I had no hope
With her …
And all those
Tempting shores
Strawberries & such
Two of them
To be precise

We were in love
The first time
And the second
And the third
Yes maybe still
I don’t know
Far too good

For me again
The way she leapt
Into my arms
That night & I
Carried her off
To bed, she said
You can’t do that