Sweet Mistake

Sweet Mistake
 
Night Train,
Mad Dog's rival
I didn't know better
And didn't have the cash to buy slightly better
Stronger than better
That's the point
If you knew you didn't say.
 
Did you know you wanted me?
I didn't know I wanted you
Until I wanted, still want
No one else but you.
(After 41 years he still grieves)
 
Night Train's blaze hazed
My responses delayed
That to the good
Were you surprised how I lasted
After you told me you wouldn't break
Melting, writhing, my surprise at your
unexpected swiveling hips, and the accompanying moans, gasps, and whimpers pass your soft generous lips
How you gave when you gave.
 
Four decades gone, no particular order
Your post coital nip
My gentle suck of your baby mauled nips
You ankles slide behind my knees your left hand guides and I'm in
In my heart for all my days
My nights as well, our one night
What we had ruined by my fault
Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa
Your large baby blues and shoulder stroking hand and in your arms but still you have to ask
Foreplay more than half done with clothes in place
Roll you on top with, peel and double cup small floppies so soft so warm and then again you guide and hot wet slide within and pouring sweat without  
Prolonged longer, as second (and last) times are  
You cum even more and now I reach and cup you deeper
So mild you have to  ask as your breath slows against the puddle by my neck
 
I see you never, I see you never, nevertheless I see feel hear taste and smell you always and forever.