Well here I go again, one more vignette
The subject to not everybody's taste;
Though never will I say that I regret
Things done a while back now, and in some haste.
Incidents like these my poems beget
The memories described my "happy place"
Well here I go again - another girl -
In my life's dross a bright and shining pearl.

It was New Year's Eve Nineteen Ninety Eight
We're going to party like Nineteen Ninety Nine
Five hours to go until midnight's date
(I was at a house party in summer time)
In Newtown* in terrace - it got late
(For both of us it seems too much red wine)
I got talking to this girl, her name was Tanya -
What happened next I now intend to tell ya.

What happened there a "comedy of Eros"
As was my plight - a victim of the goon**
I plunge forth in my verse not at a loss
To now explain what came next (and quite soon).
And over this whole subject I won't gloss
(And you may say now "go and get a room")
As lost amid her tresses, and in night veiled
I would find this larger lady now prevailed.

Invited to this party by a friend
I knew not anyone there on that night.
And well, these kind of things, how do they end?
Well often it would seem a f*ck or fight;-
For me the former (not he latter) - a God send
(Good reader I don't wish you to a'fright).
I got talking on that evening to a girl;-
In the backyard of this house the night unfurled.

And as I said before her name was Tanya
I knew her not quite from a bar of soap.
She invited me to sit and talk with her
In the backyard of this house - not to elope.
Now people at this party arriving were
(It seemed to me this girl was my main hope);-
We got talking, then she offered me a drink
From her goon bag*** - I had little time to think.

So there we were, the two of us in "private"
Nestled amidst the shady leaves of trees.
Though soon enough for us the night got late
As dark shadow fell upon this greenery.
I think that for our lives all is but Fate
(There's nothing we could do now seemingly).
The conversation we were having didn't lag;-
She offered me more wine from her goon bag.

The night wore on, we drank this cheap red wine
In plastic cups - t'was not too elegant;-
And after four or five we felt just fine
(As those about us now became irrelevant).
The look in her eyes told me t'was time
For some foreplay - and this is how it went;-
Seducing her - a lovely larger lady;-
And the look in her eyes said "now!" - not maybe.

Well that was how it was - we were divested
Of these our clothes - with opportunity.
A little time in foreplay was invested
And then her love she freely gave to me.
Beyond return now; things were uncontested
(We may as well have drown'd in a deep sea);-
As now upon this girl quite reubenesque
My fingers traced sweet lines of arabesque.

Her name was Tanya, and she had black hair
To midway down her back in swirling pitch.
As I recall that night I was down there
(Trying I suppose to relieve her itch).
Then gasping somewhat, now came up for air
(Like a victim of a spell cast by a witch).
Before I knew it, I was on top of her;-
Soon to those party guests we caused a stir.

I thought we were alone - how wrong I was!
As others at the house had now a hint.
In groups of two or three they came to watch
Me now with my ample bit of bint.
Why do these things happen? I say because
Of grog (perhaps) when to these depths we sink;-
In he old days I guess we'd cop a flogging
For this kind of semi-private dogging.****

"All's well that ends well" (so the Bard did say)
(And cameras not yet in a mobile phone).
So let me not a'fright you - or dismay -
(That night, for sure, we were not all alone).
Such things are surely part of a lover's Way
(Though after this we both felt quite undone).
I write this because I can - it's who I am;-
On that New Year's Day - we parted - thank you ma'am!



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