It was a day when I was blessed
as ours eyes met and we caressed
and later felt our bodies intertwine.

It was a week of sinful pleasures
as we shared erotic treasures
and you promised always to be mine.

It was a month of carnal lust
as you and I did what we must
to satisfy insatiable desires.

It was a year of shared hot tubs
and gentle probing body rubs
that stoked our never-ending sexual fires.

But our passions finally faded.
You were bored and I was jaded.
We went out and misbehaved and strayed.

Soon we washed in separate baths.
Our lives embarked upon different paths.
No strings of passion were left to be played.

We met to make love one last time
and share a passion once sublime.
Then we parted to find new consorts.

Years later I still feel your touch.
But I don’t want it very much.
You gave me a case of venereal warts.