I Remember ***

I remember ***.

That thing we used to do

Where you'd lay down and usually

I'd lie on top of you

Sometimes you'd lie on top of me.

We tried that out a bit

But it didn't work as well,

I guess something just didn't fit

I remember ***.

We had it at night

A few times in the morning and then after we would fight

And on special occasions when we'd had too much to drink

Once in a

Morris Minor (?), a convertible,

I thinkI remember ***.

It was such a big deal

That we worried where it would come from much more than our next meal

And we were always hungry, often we overate

It was up and down and back and forth and hurry up and wait

I remember ***.

And when we went to bed

Sometimes we didn't sleep at all - we just had *** instead

And having it was heavenly, not getting it - pure hell

And it was either great or bad, few did it merely well

I remember ***.

And how it made us feel

Completely realistic yet totally surreal

A thing that we all thought about and all that we thought of

That distant crazy cousin to the scary thing called love

I remember ***.

I started on my own

When you and

I stopped having it,

I tried it on the phone

But that was so expensive and *** is just a crutch

And since

I kicked the habit

I don't think about it much... but...

I remember ***.

Something that we did

And we always used to worry we'd end up with a kid

Then we'd have to get rid of it or else we'd have to wed

These days *** can kill ya, kids, so stay awake in bed