I sat silently
reading a book
the rain was pouring heavily
a knock came to the door
it was but one man
a man so important to my life
for this was the man I love
~~~*a while back him and I
were in his apartment for the very first time
we were alone
he took his shirt of and started to kiss me
we had sex
that was my first time
It felt satisfying
so later we layed in bed in silence
there wasn't much to say
he looked at me
i got up
put my clothes on
and left
**this poem is not meant to rhyme. It is meant to be told as a story, based on the writings of CHARLES BUKOWSKI. Its an un rhymed iambic pentameter**
