Fidencio, or "Fred"
You were my first
You who could not sing
But danced rings around my heart
As our fingers and hands
Danced together at night in your car
As we talked about the past, the future
About friends and "friends"
Allowing myself to be deceived
Deceiving myself of the love I felt for you
Until it was too late
The power of a touch,
Your fingers through my hair
My palm on your chest
Your hand putting it there
My lips on your back
Your body turning to meet mine
My hands on your thighs
Your hands on me
My hands on you
All of a sudden, all were trading places
Exploring, learning, burning
I lost breath as each new sensation
Introduced itself and overcame me
It was hard
To let go
But when we did, I let go with all my heart
All my fear, and all my passion
I floated into oblivion
But there was Raymond
I never lost you to him
For you were never mine to lose
That day I learned a new definition to the word
"Friend"