Yes all those things were true, I never lied
On surrepticious rendezvouz at mine
Under pretence of tuning something up,
Timed carefully to match the FA cup:
How I desired your shoulder, cheek and breast,
Researching you: oh yes, I wanted, yes,
Inside and under as you took my soul.
Like mountain peaks the view swallowed us whole;
Like southern hills we knew there'd be an end,
Eventually you'd become a friend
Distantly wishing Happy Christmases,
More special since we managed to resist.
Eternally in thanks for all we did,
An unnamed, unharmed, still-not-grown-up kid.