A time was when <br />Nothing short of my deepest thrust <br />Once and then many times more <br />Would satiate me <br /> <br />Then quietly crept between us <br />The hiatus <br /> <br />When I learned new ways to play <br />Chanced on a week a golden day <br />Then over a month or more <br /> <br />I had found the key to the secret door. <br /> <br />Now at the most heightened end of the affair <br />Satiates me a strand of her hair!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/affair-8/
