I Was His First

Short, mahogany brown-colored hair

With soft gentle curls

That fell just below his chiseled jaw line

He was tall, dark-haired & sexy

Measuring six foot two as he stood

With his back against the white measuring tape

That was nailed to the wall

It’s been forty-three years

Since the last time we were together

I’ve never forgotten him

I remember him asking if could hold my hand

I remember him asking if he could kiss me

With his soft, pale-rose colored lips

It’s as if it was yesterday

Last week was magical

It was like time traveling back to our youth

The Universe thought it was perfect timing

For us to be reunited

First over the phone, then in person

We dared an overnight together

Waiting patiently for our next time together

To explore the sins of our flesh

As the sexual chemistry between us

Remains undeniable

When we returned home

Freezing & holding each other’s hands

I ordered food from George’s BBQ

The one at the corner of Cosburn and Pape

It once was my old neighborhood

Now just a distant memory

Of an apartment that I once lived in

When he reached over to

Rub my leg

Moving his hand up my thigh

Our Souls sparked

Instantly reconnecting b’cuz we’re familiar

Having once been young lovers

Spooning together that night

In a double bed

While the lights from the office boardroom

Flickered on and off

We left our clothes on

Sleeping together as if we were strangers

Instead of the reality

As we overheated with pure lust

Side by side, after all these years

Once he packed up and left for work

That Saturday morning

I realized he’d left me breathless

My loins aching for his touch

All I wanted to do was ravage his body

Like I did to his leftover chicken breast

I stripped every piece of the white meat

Right off the bone

Muttering to myself

Just like I will, when I take off his clothes

I took each piece of his leftover chicken

Dipping it into a fresh jar of mayonnaise

It’s was like sex in a chip dip bowl

I catch myself

Licking each one of my fingers

Savoring the flavor

As I suck the mayonnaise off

Imagining it was him

Leaving nothing but the clean bones

I ate the leftover poutine

That didn’t get eaten or even touched

I blame that on the Pink Kush

As we ventured out on a

Trip to the Eaton Centre to visit Lush

We’ve embarked on a new journey together

As we recalled old memories of when

We were once young lovers

Our fondest memory was remembering

When we were in Muskoka together

Away from our parents for the whole week

At an Evangelical church camp for youth

Sneaking off for a mid-afternoon sexual adventure

In & amongst the bushes, where I was his first