It’s your fault I became me!
It’s your fault that I locked you down against the couch in a never ending kiss. I made it last forever! No one had kissed you like that before! The response? Laughter and more kisses and warm embraces. You were so dam sexy being all you were! So very sexy!
Earlier in life__ I would never have dared to do that. If I had not met you! You brought something out in me! I had never compulsively done! Not ever before. I was so madly in love with you, so madly in love! The bravos to flirt your ass off came from loving you!
It was so fun to flirt with you! My flirting deeply reddened your face ____With the fire you called up within my soul__. Addicted to your brand of fireworks! Addicted to the electricity you sent through me with just a simple touch___your light breathtaking kiss. How rare it felt to be loved by you!
I loved your seeming innocence___We broke your twin bed! The bed that belonged to David Rockefeller with its ship’s wheel headboard. I doubt he’d done what we did in it! Crash! Your father called up the stairs to ask if things were ok and I could not stop laughing at the look on your face! As if you might have to explain___ the fear of explaining it was written there until you did not care so much and returned to me. My dear sweet, sweet man. How naughty I became___ teasing you more____Your fault! My pleasure to make you blush and laugh, I loved your sweet face, I miss that bearded face, your hands you touch! Your innocence was lost.
One day you came down, and your mother with the look of Ireland all over her face, said to you, “That broad called again last night!” You exclaimed, “She is not a “broad!” And in your response, you told her all she wanted to know. Tom was in love. Something she had always wanted for you. She was worried you would always be an old bachelor. You told her about me. And she said, “Thomas! What are you going to do with a woman with three kids!!!!” She liked your answer! “Well! I think I can figure it out! And you did! You told the kids, “Look you already have a Dad, but maybe I can be your friend.” You always knew what to say. Your compassion and love amazed me. So___I teased you making up for lost time, yours and mine. It was lovely darling, so lovely.
Somehow I do not mind telling stories of Thomas. It’s a bit like teasing him one last time.