I mean

I Mean

I mean I wasn;t ready for her, but I was
She kisssed me openly stroked my fuzz
She looked longing and deeply in my eyes for answers
I was cold
As a person battling two cancers
When no form of survival
My strokes were hard and bold
So she can remember me
I was a rival
To her own sense of who and what loves her
But she let me in again and again
Against her better judgement and my own fears
We made sex exciting
Passion enduring
In that instant we both became a friend
Or at least she did
I mean