Destined to be lovers but, alas, never true friends! (Poem)

Self-explanatory

 

By Stanley Collymore

 

We met for the very first time, as I’m absolutely sure you well

remember, not by design but, as it clearly happened, pure

coincidence my dear! But even so, and from the very

outset of our personal encounter, the evidently

striking and unmistakably physically-inspired chemistry

instinctively generated between the two of us wasn’t

only astoundingly enhancing but equally as well

most naturally and delightfully enlivening

in its completely unrehearsed origin. A

fortuitously conceived situation that,

in effect, amply enabled this over �"

whelming physical chemistry that had

spontaneously developed between

the two of us to fittingly augur

in the welcoming prospect

of a particularly torrid

and urgently longed

for sexual liaison.

 

That in its assembling became so patently obvious

that only a complete and unworldly fool, or

maybe someone who was entirely blind

or otherwise consisted of being a

wholly unresponsive, non-perceptive, or even

a markedly non-empathetic person could

excusably be expected to realistically

fail to grasp and consequently not

appropriately understand what

intuitively and discernibly

consensually, was both

physically in every

sense and clearly

emotionally at

that precise moment

in time happening

between you

and me.

 

So in the arranged circumstances in which we now

found ourselves it rather understandably, most

obviously, predictably, quite pragmatically

and deprived of fuss, truly fittingly and

understandably for of us �" in what

doubtlessly had acceleratedly

in the process of all this

desirable expectation,

anticipatorily set the stage for the full achievement

of what unhesitatingly was to become an intense

and unmissable liaison �" had essentially and

noticeably irresistibly become a forceful

catalyst of its own, valuably ensuring

that nothing would be allowed on

the part of either of us to either

deter or in any way interfere

with what we were both

consciously, eagerly

and pleasurably

embarking

upon.

 

But for all of the enthusiasm which we’d jointly and

mutually drawn on in the active furtherance of our

sexual liaison, I frankly don’t recall you ever

expressing any reservations about what we

were consensually doing or, come to that,

made known an implied point of view,

far less so a decisive wish for our existing relationship

to significantly reform, develop correspondingly,

 and accordingly expand into something the

complete opposite of what it already was:

a distinctly categorical fusion of carnal

escapism explicitly bound up in an

ongoing and a most favourably

disposed to sexual tryst that itself was freely

and excitedly engaged in without any

avowed promises of commitment,

one way or the other, by either

or both of us, its enthusiastic

and willing participants.

 

And this despite the numerous opportunities that

we both individually as well as jointly had to

unambiguously make well-known to each

other, if we had any such objectives in

mind, our resolutely changed desire

for a more practical and profound

adult exhibition concerning the secretive alliance

between the two of us. One that which openly,

honestly and quite obviously did mutually

and beneficially extend a convincingly

productive methodology to our own

behaviour, in order to incorporate

a more profound appreciation of

us as worthwhile human beings.

 

This, together with a marked alteration in its

accurate evaluation of us as exceptionally

distinctive personalities and not seen or

regarded basically as objects for our

common sexual gratification. And

with that significantly and also

foremost in mind decisively

survey the valid prospect

of a clear alternative to

what we were doing.

 

However, realistically there was little chance of

that ever happening or the likely prospect of

convincingly getting you to change your

mind, since clearly it wasn’t what you

wanted then or conceivably wished

for at any other point in time. So it wasn’t hard for

me to detect your thinking as intuitively I knew

that much previously. For although words, as

such, were never exercised to realistically

express your reserved feelings on this

epicurean alliance which we were

indulging in, your inescapably

decipherable body language

was nevertheless on its

own quite revealing.

 

And consequently in its diagnostic summation was

a logical indication that personal commitment

by you wasn’t something which you were

either looking for, much less so keenly

disposed to generously giving. And

therefore, if our ongoing and libertine relationship

wasn’t in these threatened new circumstances

to come to a conclusively abrupt end, the

only genuine option going for us was

to appreciatively carry as the avid

the lovers we clearly were and

in this accessibly expedient

approach securely discard

all inauspicious notions

of us ever wishing to

be or convincingly

becoming friends.

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

27 September 2017.

 

 

Author’s Remarks:

Of all the diverse expectations and indeed, if one is to be perfectly honest about it, accumulative experiences that us human beings regularly, more often than not routinely, sometimes pleasurably, invariably expectantly and, at times, even controversially engage in sex is doubtlessly among the foremost of these in our general consciousness; and while the reasons for this are multiple and even sometimes contradictory in nature there’s no genuinely effective or permanent means of getting away from this omnipresent phenomenon in our individual life.

 

And while significant numbers of you may, at times, seek to convince and even manage to delude yourselves that sex is for you essentially, and for all of its apparent popularity, merely an ephemeral part of your own and even that of mankind’s wider human existence, none the less as a culturally sophisticated person whose thoughts and physical actions leave you with no other option but to properly and beneficially channel these corporeal impulses into more constructive things, as such sex: either jointly with someone or discretionarily on your own, is ultimately a recreation that you can well do without.

 

My straightforward and unambiguous answer to that one is: Dream on! For common sense generously coupled with loads of practical experience have categorically taught me that the more fervent and outspoken against sex such critics are the greater are their unrequited and carnal demons within.