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When we first got together we set world records
We would have stood in front of the world accepting our medals
Still fucking on the podium
Morning, noon and night our bodies compelled us
In your friend's bathroom, a double decker bus
Or the backseat of the Odeon

Frantic and savage, loving and tender
Hold me tight, I could have been a contender
Instead of a bum which is what I am
Bodies entwined like ancient branches
Glances precipitate wordless advances
The storm always came before the calm

But there's only so long you can keep it up
Before familiarity breeds a mundane fuck
Pull down your pyjamas just enough
What replaces the carnal ecstasy of sex
And the implicit intimacy it reflects
When all overtures are rebuffed?

No specialist techniques, no counterfeit force
Just standard rudimentary intercourse
The little death becomes a bereavement
You're wiped out, exhausted - too tired to get it on
But your t-shirt says you've run a marathon
Another hand-me-down achievement

Now the silken glue that binds us together has come unstuck
My hormones rage with all the subtlety of a monster truck
Revving my engine for no-one
And as I take you gently from behind
I can reach every part of you except your mind
Your bedroom a doledrum

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from The Man Who Loved Beer, released June 21, 2015

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Kevin P. Gilday Glasgow, UK

Kevin P. Gilday is an award-winning writer and spoken word artist from Glasgow, Scotland.

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