I once met a man named Vic who became my friend
I had never met someone with such true love in their heart like him.
He would welcome me in his home with a warm embrace
that put a smile on my scared but happy face.
Vic was older than I and at that time I was barely twenty-one
and foolishly I was looking for a youngster like myself for some fun.
But Vic taught me with his soft hands and gentle touch
that love knew no age and a few years meant nothing much.
Over time I was more at ease and grew to love Vic just the same
I would go to his house and we would make love again and again.
Each time I relaxed a little more until eventually I could have fun
he showed me true love like no one else has ever done.
The warmth of his hands running across my naked skin
his bare nakedness against me brought out a fire from within.
Vic has moved away and I have never forgotten his love or his touch
for it was he that taught me true love and so very much.
I now lie awake at night dreaming with eyes open wide
remembering the many times I held Vic close by my side.
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