If you'd let me go that first time, <br />when you said we couldn't be, <br />I would never have warmed to your eyes in bed <br />or savoured your kisses <br />and the secret thrill of those behind your hair. <br />Never have felt the delight of breathing your breath. <br />Never have feasted on the woman of you, <br />your sweet wetness, <br />the wonder of your swelling against my lips. <br />Would never have gasped at the pleasure of your mouth and tongue. <br />Never have known the wonder within you, <br />cried out at the ultimate joy of you. <br />Or ever have relished the special closeness <br />of that sharing kiss. <br />And I would never have known <br />how long a week can be <br />and never have cherished your gift <br />of summertime <br />in autumn.<br /><br />Red O'Mara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-might-have-been-9/
