Four letters changed my life,
just four, not one more.
You may wonder what they were,
Love?
I thought it was.
He was charming,
gentle and sweet.
Fate decided we should meet.
A single rose,
on a white topped table,
the lights dimmed.
Gorgeous food,
a romantic mood.
A sneaky kiss,
lips brush
a moments rush,
a dizzy high like a drug.
The snap of his fingers for the bill,
his haste to leave,
his hunger to touch,
his need to be pleased.
The click of a door,
lips meet,
passion flowing.
His tongue explores,
his hands roaming.
Up the stairs,
kiss never breaking.
Top and shirt abandoned.
The creak of springs,
from a mattress.
Silence.
A whisper,
“A part of me will always be with you.”
Little did I know how true that would be.
Four letters changed life for me,
just four, not one more.
A-I-D-S.
